Lion Head Mesa the mosquitoes were almost unbearable

A canyon of red sand, a canyon of red sand, Ursus would not wait…

Crowfeather burst with this information, unable to look away from the gaping hole in the man’s face – the socket where his eye should have been. The image of his mad gaze would hold fast to the yearling’s mind for some time, but he knew that he had more important matters to attend to. Germanicus must know what the one-eyed wolf had said!

Th- thank you, he sputtered foolishly before turning from the frightening figure and stalking away, heart racing. Crowfeather could not settle his heart until he had put a great deal of distance between himself at the stranger.

The shadow sought Germanicus.