Lion Head Mesa kareshi

Satsu’s response softened the dark wolf. Crowfeather breathed a gentle sigh, pleased to know that his friend was cared for, that she was tended to in a way that was acceptable. To have two feelings on a subject was familiar to him, for he felt relieved to know that Satsu was not in any real danger and envious of the gestures of love she had been shown. It was not fair to compare their lives, but he could not help but to ache with a longing for love, for himself.

Then that is all that matters, the seer said to her with a small smile. That, and that you are happy.

All the love in the world could not generate happiness where none existed. Crowfeather did not know many things about love. He had never really had to navigate such a terrain. The thought of sharing feelings with another was almost embarrassing, and yet he knew that such emotions were not foreign to him. They were never far from his surface when he stood near Germanicus.

Should we go and find something to eat maybe? It would be good to share a meal with Satsu in a place of peace.