Lake Rodney A journey (a decision)

Crowfeather listened to the woman speak of her plans. He did not stir from her face. The dark ears upon his cap were pricked with interest, unwavering, focused.

Though she spoke multiple words the seer had never heard, he did all that he could to fill in context. Han was her word for home, surely. The term she had used for the land itself, the Akashingo, was something that he thought could be a name. It sounded just a near to the moniker that had been offered to him in those strange lands.

When she spoke of the Saints, saying that their new claim would be protected by them, Crowfeather’s tail swept close to his belly.

Oh, he began quietly, like an alliance then? Is that what you wish? Is your friend close to the Saints? Question upon question, the dark figure did not think that he might be too overbearing.