Lion Head Mesa Kyōdai no kōken'nin

Crowfeather stirred, eyelids fluttering until he was gazing into a hazy light and the familiar shape of-

S- Satsu, the dark wolf croaked quietly. All the pain in the world could not have concealed his smile from the young woman. For a moment, the dark figure forgot himself and attempted to stir to move toward her. The familiar features of the woman looked so saddened, so pensive, that he wondered what had happened to cause such a disturbance.

Wh- the words were difficult for him to get out. The dark wolf’s tongue felt thick and heavy in his mouth, unable to form words that had once been so easy. Wh-What doing here? Crowfeather finally coughed out, wincing at the feeling in his neck and shoulders.