Lion Head Mesa The boy who swallowed a star

Pharaoh’s voice rattled the shadow, but he obeyed the order and entered where the man lay upon his bedding. Something about the ease with which he existed, the confidence that he carried, it was frightening. The very things that Crowfeather had admired in Germanicus had become what he feared in the lapis-eyed ruler.

Hello, Pharaoh, the seer greeted with a shaky voice and a small dipping of his slender muzzle. I have come to tend to the wounds on your face and give you something to help with any aches y- you should feel. After speaking, Crowfeather felt himself shuffle awkwardly in front of the man. It felt intimate there, too close for the young wolf’s comfort.