Lion Head Mesa The boy who swallowed a star

Love?

Crowfeather looked to Pharaoh indignantly, his dark ears falling flat to his head. There was a flash of fear in his gaze before he forced it to the ground and frowned.

Pharaoh had no place to speak on such matters. He had no right. The shadow burned hot upon his cheeks, his throat, his chest felt tight and constricted. Germanicus had told him to keep his emotions hidden. He had instructed this so that Crowfeather might not reveal too much about himself. The dark wolf did not realize that such things were so easily noticed in his features, perhaps.

Maybe you talk too much sometimes, the dark wolf spoke sourly, still not meeting the Pharaoh’s gaze. Do not speak as though you know him, he thought angrily. When he looked to the lapis gaze again, it was with angry sadness in the crease of his brow.

That should be all, unless you have other aches you feel need immediate attention.