Lion Head Mesa kareshi

The noise had not stopped since Germanicus had ventured from Akashingo. Crowfeather felt there were times when he could not stand to be awake if it meant listening to it, to the sound of Maggie’s pleading, to the clever voice of Pharaoh, even the soft kindness of Satsu. The mesa had been a point of excitement for days.

Crowfeather was not pleased with his disappointment.

The dark shadow prowled across the mesa until he had found a peaceful shade in the trees. Crowfeather thought of the night in the glen when they had gazed at fireflies like glittering stars.

Movement just ahead of him drew his lantern gaze. The dark wolf froze with his eyes on Satsu, wondering if he should approach her. It was in that moment that Crowfeather felt homesick for the first time since he had run away.