Lion Head Mesa You've got smoke in your eyes

Satsu was well, she said as much.

Good, good, he spoke absently in return.

The woman seemed to know that there was something wrong, something that troubled him. Crowfeather looked sharper, staring at her with a frown. Satsu wondered if it was their enemy, the bear wolves who had gathered just outside of the mesa, but it was not necessarily in these words that he found displeasure. It was in the few that followed.

You are not my queen, Satsu.

The dark wolf’s voice was tired, diminished.

You are my friend, but you will never be my leader.

Crowfeather blinked and drew his gaze away from her own, barely aware of the words he had offered to the blue-eyed girl, to his friend. He could not help but feel that he was being trapped. The Pharaoh wished him to stay there, Satsu spoke as though he had already been given his place in their ranks, he felt as though there had been a severe misunderstanding.

We should all be troubled by our enemy. I do not understand how you have such a cool head, Satsu. You, Pharaoh… Germanicus. Crowfeather frowned.