Lion Head Mesa scorpion

The longer that he spent around Pharaoh, the more nervous Crowfeather had grown. He could not help but to feel as though there was a spotlight that was shining down on his back, on every action that he took inside the mesa, each word that he spoke. The man with lapis eyes was not one to be trifled with, but he was a talented thing at hiding his danger beneath a charming smile or a silky voice.

You might be surprised, Crowfeather murmured in response to Pharaoh’s last statement, that Germanicus would leave and they could continue on their course. Nothing would have made the shadow happier, but he did not believe that the silver eagle was prone to turning away from tribulation. The man had a strength of character Crowfeather had never encountered before.

If he- if we should stay to help with your war, the dark wolf swallowed nervously, I will assist with healing where I can. Is there anyone here you wish to have trained? So that they might help. An- an apprentice, maybe?