Lion Head Mesa tenax

The man’s scent entered the room before he did and stirred Crowfeather from his dreams.

The dark wolf had listened to the goings on. Satsu was getting married to the Pharaoh, a concept that seemed foreign and alarming to the yearling. He did not remember the conversation they had shared before, the well wishes he had offered her. Crowfeather only knew that the Pharaoh intimidated him and made him feel that he owed the man a great deal.

When Germanicus approached and slipped into the furs upon the bed, the dark boy held his breath. The thudding of his heart was sure to give him away.

The man pulled the dark wolf into his body. Crowfeather blinked and turned his head to the underside of the eagle’s chin. A soft nudge was offered to Germanicus, there where he could not see the way that Crowfeather longed for him.

Are you okay? the shadow asked, only in whispers.