Lion Head Mesa Ō kara no tegami

Some days, Crowfeather thought with stiffness settling into his frame. It was only then that the dark wolf turned his gaze to Germanicus. He could not help it. He did not believe he would last if the eagle left and he did not look upon him.

There was a pleading in his lantern gaze.

Please do not be gone long, Germanicus. Please do not leave me here with these wolves.

Crowfeather regretted his decision at once. He did not wish to stay and tend to the injured. The dark wolf could not help but imagine Germanicus leaving Akashingo and never returning. It twisted his stomach into such a dreadful knot that he nearly blurted his regret to the open air.

Instead, the dark wolf bowed his snout to the eagle. A silent wish for his safe return.