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It was late in the evening when Crowfeather was struck with the desire to get up and move about. He did not wish to bother Tavina again. She had offered him advice on how to improve his strength, how to return some of the ability he had. There would be a chance that he would never walk again without limping. The young cripple, he’d thought with a bitter taste on his tongue.

Thinking that he might be able to make it to a viewing spot, Crowfeather pushed himself to his paws and searched the area for @Gucci. He would like to take the little man with him, to look at the stars. He thought that the small figure might like to stargaze. Beyond this, the dark wolf wished for the pleasantry of his company. Gucci was a strange little man, but he was a good companion, and he had warmed Crowfeather’s heart.