Bramblepoint culpa

Did he trust Satsu? 

Crowfeather frowned, thoughtfulness creasing his young features in a way that aged him. The shadow did not think often of trust. There was a feeling in his gut, he wanted to say but didn't. 

I don't know.

A sigh and Crowfeather shook his head. 

She is kind. We met and left totems for- for those we had lost. So that they mind find their way... wherever they seek to go.

Then, Crowfeather blinked the memory from his head and released himself from that lonely sadness. 

She did not seem like the others- the Saints. But she still allies herself with them. That is not easy to look past, he finally replied.