Lion Head Mesa Within the garden gates

The shadow watched as the eagle made himself a place in the bedchamber and settled. There was something remarkable in the way that Germanicus seemed capable of fitting into any setting they entered. Even in Akashingo, where the wolves ran rampant with wants, lusting for everything the world had to offer. The seer could not help but wonder if it was something that had been learned, or if the silver eagle had entered the world in the same manner – belonging.

I spoke to a wolf from a- a clan called Ursus, the dark wolf began tentatively. He told me where the Saints are, in the mountains to the east where we had gone. To think how close they had been to the Saints when hunting for Akashingo made Crowfeather shudder slightly. He did not want to imagine what would have happened if their ilk had discovered them.

We’ll know where to send the spy.

Then, the shadow shuffled his paws and grew nervous.

This wolf is hurt by what the Saints did to him. He says he will not wait for long for our plans. He is driven by revenge.