Lion Head Mesa Covered in gold, forgetting my skin

Into the mountains?

Without Germanicus?

Why ever Crowfeather would do such a thing, he did not know. It was clear from the confused blink he offered to the older man, clear from the absent expression upon the shadow’s face, he did not remember anything that he had done. He did not even remember where they were. The seer thought to ask, his narrow snout lifting to address Germanicus, but an unfamiliar figure entered the room and spoke.

H- Hello, the dark wolf greeted the unfamiliar shape softly. His voice was hoarse, and his frame shook softly, weak and tired. Crowfeather was confused. This wolf spoke as though he knew Germanicus, knew at least the dutiful nature of the older man, but there was no shred of familiarity in the stranger’s glowing orange eyes – not to Crowfeather. Who? Are you?

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