Lion Head Mesa You've got smoke in your eyes

You sound like the roman.

Crowfeather closed his eyes tightly, drawing a long breath into his lungs. You mustn’t cry, he pleaded with himself before finally offering Satsu a small laugh.

Satsu then promised that she would find someone who could fill the role of a spy, someone they could send into the heart of the Saints territory to gather information. The shadow nodded his head in understanding. She stated that she would have someone for him to send and that they would be waiting beside Crowfeather’s sleeping quarters before night fell.

The kiss to his cheek beat against his heart with wicked ferocity.

I will know you have sent them, then, he said with a nod and turned to leave.

Before he had gone, Crowfeather turned back to Satsu and gazed upon her cool blue eyes and gentle features. You may never see her again, his mind whipped this thought against him in punishment. Crowfeather did not wish for his last words to Satsu to be a lie. He did not think that he could stand knowing this.

You will make a great queen, Satsu.

A gentle smile, an expression of love, and then he slipped away.