Lion Head Mesa Ō kara no tegami

Satsu appeared to be relieved at the offer for help. Crowfeather did not shift, not even in the face of her delighted rush to his side. She wished to show him where the wounded were. Satsu went on to speak of the debt she would owe to them, but the shadow did not wish to think of this.

Crowfeather only wanted the scent of flowers and honey to vanish.

Show me the injured. I must see their wounds before I will know if I can treat them. I will need to search for herbs, Crowfeather stated sharply, almost coldly. There was a sour tone to his voice. It was the word of a boy who had never known his own heart before and the shame that came with such learning.

The burning desire to look at the older man’s face was swallowed by a lurch in Crowfeather’s throat. He felt tears sting at his eyes as he waited for Satsu to lead him away from that place.