Lion Head Mesa Covered in gold, forgetting my skin

Germanicus spoke to him, relaying the information that had slipped from the dark wolf’s mind. He had been found outside of ‘the canyon,’ though he did not know which canyon the soldier spoke of. The Saints had attacked him, which explained the pain that he felt in his figure, the weakness that had filled his slender shape.

The older man had found him in a hollow, but Crowfeather could only remember a glen and the twinkling of fireflies. Germanicus went on to say that he was under the care of a skilled healer and that the queen had been dedicated. After a short while, his words sounded like nothing but foolishness. The shadow could not understand, could not pull these memories from his mind.

W- Why? he croaked.

Confusion etched itself into his features. Crowfeather looked upon Germanicus pleadingly.