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The time spent with Satsu was pleasant. The dark wolf was eased into further comfort simply by her familiarity, her kindness, the soft way that she spoke. Crowfeather did not feel as though she judged him when they sat side by side, conversing about the time they had each spent venturing. It was good to have found a friend in her. Good that she accepted his odd nature and did not press him, but instead treated him gently and sweetly.

When the men returned to them, the shadow could not help the way his eyes fell on the pale woman who wove herself around Germanicus like a white worm. The older man seemed as though he had enjoyed himself, which must have been good – why did Crowfeather feel so sick about it? The Pharaoh was joyous in his intoxication, as well, singing songs and speaking gently to Satsu, even to the seer. The man was confusing, frightening.

The dark wolf did what he could to engage with the happy group of wolves. He laughed softly at the words Pharaoh shared. He spoke in hushed tones with Satsu until his tongue had grown tired and his eyes felt heavy. Even still, he could not stop from staring enviously at the white woman and the silver eagle. Their closeness was burned in his mind’s eye.