Lake Rodney A journey (a decision)

Karasu-no, Crowfeather whispered back, rather pleased with the sound of it. 

There was wonder on his face, in the pale yellow of his eyes, and the tentative waver of his tail. The sound of her words, of her father's language, was confusing but it carried a sweet sound to it that Crowfeather had found alluring. 

If you were born in the Starsea, I believe you would be named for your eyes. Eyes of the Rushing River, he spoke after a moment of thoughtful contemplation. When Crowfeather looked to her, he smiled gently. Rivergaze. 

Their meetings had been strange, but the dark wolf liked her company and wished to see her desired choice of homeland. 

Satsu, where will you make Akashingo? Can you give me directions?