Lion Head Mesa You've got smoke in your eyes

As soon as she asked him why, Crowfeather began to fret. He did not want for Satsu to know his plan, for her to sniff it out of him through the cracks in his foundation. It would not have been hard, for he cared deeply about the woman and his friendship with her was a treasure he had never anticipated. It did not change the fact that while he loved Satsu, his feelings for the girl paled greatly in comparison to the love he felt for Germanicus.

We are considering a spy, Crowfeather whispered softly, his eyes darting around to make sure that there was no one who could listen to him share this information. But they must know what they are looking for first and we cannot send them if they smell anything like Akashingo.

It was not entirely a lie, but it was only a half truth. Yes, they had discussed the idea of sending a spy to the Saints and trying to learn more of their enemy. It had not been decided who might go. Crowfeather had made that choice for himself. He only needed to make sure that he would not be found out, that they could not use him to get back to the mesa.