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The dark wolf could not help but to lower his muzzle into his paws and hold it there, trying to conceal the expression that had taken over his face. The man’s response warmed him, filled him with sprites that danced and sung, but he did not want to reveal as much. Crowfeather only wanted the warmth in his cheeks to subside and leave him to converse with the man.

Germanicus surprised him with his next words.

That they would need to wait until spring, and then that the Pharaoh had suggested Germanicus should claim the canyon where the Saints had been. Crowfeather gaped slightly, his eyes wide upon the older man’s face. Why would the Pharaoh wish to send the soldier anywhere? As if that were not confusing enough, the seer could not understand why the eagle would listen.

You told him that you have other planss, yess? To go eassst?

Crowfeather studied him closely.

You ssaid you did not wissh to lead.