Lion Head Mesa kusuri 薬

The shadow followed a new shape, one that did not feel as though it fit the mold of his dark form quite as well. As Crowfeather walked alongside Satsu, he did not speak to her. The seer’s mind was trained on the image of Germanicus, joyously filled with wines and sweets, surrounded by pleasures Crowfeather could never have offered him.

What right have you? What right to that man or his body? Crowfeather felt the hot sting of shame rise in him again just moments before they had arrived at the lapis-eyed wolf’s lair.

Pharaoh, Crowfeather offered with a lowered muzzle. There was little life to his words. He only wished to busy himself. Yet the man's voice and the thought of his piercing blue eyes was enough to send a shiver down the dark wolf's spine. 

Crowfeather approached as he was told.

Hold on let me fix this. I'm so sorry I didn't wait. I didn't do so poorly. ^^;