Lion Head Mesa Kyōdai no kōken'nin

No, Crowfeather did not know why he was sorry, only that her tone suggested that he should be and that he was causing her a great deal of discomfort by acting the way he had.

It weighed a great deal on his chest, thinking that he might have behaved in a dishonest way. It hurt him to think that he had done anything to make Satsu upset, or that he might have been the reason her voice had grown cold and curt. Crowfeather did not understand anything that had happened since he had woken up in the caverns of Akashingo. He knew only that the familiar presence of Germanicus had been the only thing that had held him together.

Karasu-no…hane, Crowfeather repeated in a whisper. It had been the name she had given him when they had talked in the woods.

Tears stung his eyes, and he tucked his muzzle away from her. He did not want her to see him cry like a child.