Lion Head Mesa The boy who swallowed a star

It was hot there, standing under the watchful eye of the ruler. Crowfeather could not escape the feeling of warmth that crawled from his paws to his throat, wrapping itself tightly around his neck. Pharaoh stated that he had asked two questions and had received answers for neither of them. The shadow’s eyes darted to Pharaoh with a fearful expression.

Had he really ignored the questions? In his attempt to be vague, perhaps he had failed to provide the details that the ruler desired. The longer he thought on it, the more Crowfeather realized he had likely done this on purpose.

When Pharaoh finally remarked that it was curious for the seer to have sacrificed his own freedom to follow a soldier, Crowfeather frowned. It is not a sacrifice, the dark wolf clarified sharply. The shadow felt his tongue crack like a whip. It would be a greater sacrifice to abandon him. It would be like giving something I cannot separate from myself. Did Pharaoh understand this?