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Pharaoh’s words stunned the dark wolf. The rapid rush of warmth that filled his limbs was shocking, but the only display of surprise was another swift flash of pink as the dark wolf drew his tongue nervously along his lips. The man with lapis eyes knew too much without having been told. This was, perhaps, what Germanicus had meant when he had instructed the seer to conceal his emotions.

Crowfeather could not help but consider it. Pharaoh said that it did not matter who he intended to delight in that way, if he listened and watched. Yes, but the shadow felt as though he listened intently, watched too closely, and dared too feebly to please the stoic soldier.

When the dark wolf drew his wide eyes to Pharaoh, it was carried on a tentative breeze.

Was this why Germanicus remained so rigid, and duty bound? Had Crowfeather not learned well enough to delight?

Perhaps…

Crowfeather had never felt that wanting before, to be desirable.