Lion Head Mesa good enough, never good enough

Nephele bowed her head, eyebrows furrowed in sympathy for a friend-who-wasnt, because Nephele didn’t have friends.

Sabah did. Nephele didn’t. She pushed away the identity crisis for another day.

I thank you for your efforts. I’m sure Maggie will as well, either with her mouth, or from the afterlife. Either way, you will be thanked. He seemed nervous, and she winced at that. Nervous wolves weren’t the easiest to talk to, and if Pharaoh wanted to know more about this Crowfeather, she wouldn’t have much to say.