Lion Head Mesa leviculus

The older man did not question his statement. Crowfeather grew bold underneath the gaze of the watchful eagle’s eye, burning with restlessness despite his tired frame.

Was that it? Had they found a way to return to the way they had been before-

Crowfeather thought of Maggie and his stomach lurched. The jealousy he had once felt for her had been swept away by the pool of blood at her skull, the senseless babbling she had offered him while he tended to her wounds, the way he had thought of letting her die. That did not matter, he couldn’t allow it. Germanicus had returned to the mesa and the dark wolf knew he must be grateful for that.

How can I help, Germanicus? To build the defenses. I have told Pharaoh- I told him if you decided to stay to help, that I- I could heal or at least try my best to heal any of his wolves who might be injured. The dark wolf blinked hurriedly and fixed his gaze on the older man. Are we really meant to wait for them to attack us? His stomach tossed with fear.