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Crowfeather might have asked which one he meant were it not for the drowsiness that had swept his dark body and lulled him closer to sleep.

The dark shape wished to ask why it was that those who did not want to lead were oftentimes the best leaders. He wanted to understand why there would be a need to push fate upon another living creature. Crowfeather sought to know why he had been made an oracle when he had never had any desire.

Tomorrow, he whispered in repeat, eyes falling still. Sleep overtook him quickly.

That night, Crowfeather dreamed of the eagle again. It soared above the water of the ocean, talons grazing the surface. Crowfeather was there too, swimming beneath the waves. As he rose to meet the bird and broke through the water, he vanished to seafoam.