Fairspell Meadow Something tells me

You will leave, because-

Crowfeather had stopped listening. The shadow had also stopped in his tracks and regarded the older man with a teary-eyed pout that he could not adjust if his life had been at stake. Try as he might, the shadow could not understand what he had done.

How long will I wait? Until the war begins? Until you are done fighting?

When the dark fur along his shoulders and neck bristled, Crowfeather turned away from Germanicus. He had never felt this kind of hurt.

Until you die? this was difficult to say. Wolves of the Starsea did not die, they became stars. Outsiders were different, however. When those who were not of the stars passed away, they were never to return.

And then? You wish for me to join their ranks? To make a life with them at the Redhawk Caldera? the conversation was spiraling swiftly. Crowfeather did not care.