Lion Head Mesa leviculus

The shadow shuffled uneasily at Germanicus’ admission. His dark paws moved as though he did not know what to do with them, they were strange on his figure, they did not belong there.

Thankfully, the older man continued to say that he felt compelled to remain in Akashingo for the sake of Brecheliant and the Redhawk Caldera wolves. Something in Crowfeather spiked – fear, jealousy, anxiety – and he peered at Germanicus with owlish eyes.

What did Crowfeather wish to do?

I do not wish to separate again. The words were final, firm bordering quavering. This was not the answer that Germanicus would have wanted. B-but I am- I am not good with these matters, Germanicus. My home is so different from these lands, from these wolves… the shadow fixed his sights on his front paws.

I will stay with you. Wherever it is you will go.