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You saw him for what he was, Crowfeather answered honestly, his voice brimming with the care that he felt for Germanicus. A royal, deserving of favors fitting that role. When the dark wolf looked to the Pharaoh, it was only with sadness.

The ruler said that Crowfeather did not trust him, but that he still worked to heal his wounds. The seer frowned softly at this, thinking it curious in a different way. He thought back to what Pharaoh had said before, that he had saved Crowfeather from a terrible fate at the fangs of the woman from the Saints.

You saved me from the woman who wished to harm me. I am repaying a debt in the way I know how.

Could it be that simple? Crowfeather hoped so.

I too have respect for those who can heal. I merely know a few tricks, Pharaoh. I am not the wolf you are looking for.