Lion Head Mesa The boy who swallowed a star

Pharaoh laughed, but he stated that there were only few who were allowed to address him the way that Crowfeather had. The dark wolf burned. He did not want to be told that he had stepped out of line. The young wolf wanted to lift his chin and stare boldly back at the man with lapis eyes, to tell him that Crowfeather was there as a courtesy, healing and tending to the Pharaoh’s injured wolves. Indignance lingered for a moment longer until the seer was dismissed.

Crowfeather dipped his slender muzzle politely, stiffly, and slunk from the chambers of Pharaoh’s den as quickly as he could. Once he had fresh air blowing against his whiskers, he did not feel quite so bothered by the words the ruler had given him.

The shadow pointed himself toward the mesa’s wilder terrain and set off to search for herbs that he would carry to Maggie.