Fairspell Meadow Something tells me

Something about the response felt wrong. Crowfeather mulled over the instructions that had been offered to him and frowned deeply. If the Saints were grouping, Germanicus wished for him to return to Lake Rodney? The shadow gawked at him openly and shook his head.

I… will not. I said I would go with you and I shall, Crowfeather answered, his voice quavering. The answer was made from panic, misunderstanding. There was a glimmer of indignation on his face. Had their conversation really shifted their dynamic?

Why would we go back, Germanicus? Why-

Why do you wish to send me away? West when you wish to go east?

Worry gnawed at his insides like a ravenous dog.