Lion Head Mesa lectus

My apologies for having been slower… I found out my pet is ill, and it’s taken quite a bit of my time and mental fortitude. I will probably be a bit slower for a little while but my writing with you is still a priority.

The information that Germanicus offered left Crowfeather feeling troubled. The dark wolf did not understand why he had ventured to the Saints without the soldier at his side. He could imagine leaving Germanicus even upon command, let alone of his own free will. None of the fragmented conversation pieces he could recall explained it, either.

It did not settle well with the shadow.

You could not sstay here? He will only let you go to the canyon? the yearling asked in a tentative voice. He was angry at how uncertain he sounded. Crowfeather only wished to clarify. If Germanicus could remain at the mesa while he continued to heal, would that be unacceptable to the Pharaoh? What had they done to become so indebted to this mysterious man?

Crowfeather sighed. The light in his eyes had dimmed as he sunk and contemplated the information he had been given.

Germanicuss, I feel I sshould apologize, but- I do not know why.

The dark wolf shook his snout.

I did ssomething bad? Now you musst make up for my misstake?