Lion Head Mesa good enough, never good enough

The unfamiliar woman was kind enough. Still, the seer remained nervous around her, afraid that she had been spent to spy on him by the lapis-eyed ruler, that Pharaoh did not trust his ability to heal. Crowfeather quaked softly at the thought of Maggie and the words Pharaoh had offered regarding healers. 

Maggie is not well.

The dark wolf looked sullenly at the dirt. The images of the pale wolf and her injuries had not left his mind. Crowfeather hated it there even more. Only t- time will tell if she will make it. I will see to her once a day and through the night until she r- returns to normal.