Lion Head Mesa Kyōdai no kōken'nin

The dark wolf lowered his head in shame and plucked at the bird she had left for him.

The way that Satsu spoke made Crowfeather feel as though he had done something horribly wrong. The burning sensation that he felt beneath his flesh was unbearable, but he clenched his teeth and pulled softly at the meat of the bird until he had taken a bite of it, and then another.

When Crowfeather had finished all he could manage, he nudged the bird toward her and averted his eyes. Satsu was different from the girl he had remembered in the forest. She was colder, sharper, more severe than she had been in the wood. There was a tiredness in the way that she spoke to him. The dark wolf did not understand how they had arrived at this point, but he could not help but feel it was his fault.

M’sorry, the shadow whispered, lowering his head to his paws and turning from her. For what, he did not know.