Lion Head Mesa kusuri 薬

The dark wolf’s mind was filled with images of Mothwing, crouched down in her cave as she gazed into a vibrant purple flower that smelled strongly of peaceful times. Crowfeather was barely listening to the man speak, the offers that were made.

When the dark wolf turned around to apply the medicine to Pharaoh's muzzle, he looked the man in the eye only once.

We are all in need of something, Pharaoh.

Crowfeather did not wish to remain in Akashingo any longer. He hated it there. He hated everything that had happened while they had been stationed on the mesa. If he had the courage to, the seer would have spat on the ruler’s paws and never looked back.

I am no medicine wolf, and I travel with Germanicus, the shadow stated shakily. I will go where he goes. You would do well to appeal to him and not… his lesser companion. The Pharaoh’s words hung thick in Crowfeather’s mind.