Lion Head Mesa You've got smoke in your eyes

Something had shifted between the two wolves.

Crowfeather felt his chest heave, watching as Satsu turned her face from him. You’ve hurt her, he reprimands himself internally. The bite of that realization stings sharp against his heart. The dark wolf felt that he had made a terrible mistake, that he and Germanicus should never have visited Akashingo. How easy it would have been to keep their friendship, had Crowfeather never entered the mesa, how simple his life would be.

Satsu spoke of her family, of those she trusted. The shadow felt himself shake softly.

Crowfeather was seized by bitterness, sadness, and the looming sensation that he was alone.

How fortunate… to have the support of family, the shadow said breathlessly. Did he believe that the wolves who called themselves members of Akashingo would prove to be kind to Satsu? He was uncertain, but Crowfeather was startlingly aware that he had no power over her decisions to remain or where she placed her trust. It was not his life, they were not his choices.

I need to know if you are aware of any herbs that will conceal scent, he asked her suddenly, pointing the sharpness of his nose toward her with intent behind his gaze.