Lion Head Mesa kareshi

As soon as Satsu had begun her response, Crowfeather felt he had made a terrible mistake.

You shouldn’t have brought it up, something like that, it’s none of your business, he scolded himself internally. The dark wolf’s cheeks flushed with warmth as he gently nudged against a plant stalk that had been destroyed. It was as though he could wish life back into the little thing. Like all it would take was a simple breath of love to return the rigidity to its shape.

When Satsu had explained her situation, Crowfeather looked toward her but did not meet her eyes with his own. The shadow’s gaze danced somewhere along the bridge of her nose, shameful and apologetic.

Are- are you happy here, Satsu?

When Crowfeather realized how inappropriate this question was, he opted instead to rephrase it. He felt his chest tighten as he thought back to Germanicus’ words.

Do you have… any regrets?