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Pharaoh was persistent in his asks. He seemed to allow just enough time to pass before inquiring again about Crowfeather’s willingness to follow Germanicus. The dark wolf did not find that it was any easier to answer the ruler. Each time, he was filled with a swelling guilt that should not have been there.

As the two wolves walked, Pharaoh inquired whether Crowfeather would be content to follow at the heels of a soldier forever. The shadow allowed a gentle smile to sweep his narrow muzzle. The lamplight color of his eyes searched Pharaoh’s face for a moment, wondering what lurked beneath his confident, charismatic, cool exterior.

Forever is a long time, Pharaoh.

The response was meant to shine some light on the question. It felt silly to have to explain such a thing to another man. Crowfeather knew better than to laugh outright. He knew better than to mock the ruler at his side.

I am content to remain beside him for as long as his paws travel the earth, wherever they should go, until he has given me a reason not to. A quiet breath fell from his lips before the seer glanced sidelong at Pharaoh’s profile. Crowfeather did not wish to admit that he feared the day when Germanicus would grow tired of him.

We are not all made of greatness. Some are meant- he swallowed heavily, some are meant to become less.