Lion Head Mesa tenax

The man’s movement was felt.

So, their conversation had been angry. This wounded the dark yearling. He did not like to think that he had spoken out of turn. It felt childish to look back on it without the full memory for himself. It was like looking at a different version of who he was, a Crowfeather who behaved like the spoiled prince that he was. To know that this may have caused Germanicus distress burned him.

When the man spoke again, his words surprised the shadow.

Crowfeather pulled his head back, looking at the man’s face with a growing sense of dread. This was it, he told himself. You’ve crossed a line and he will tell you that your bond is no more, the thoughts carried him away.

Y-You… wish me… to stop, he spoke breathlessly. He would beg. Crowfeather would plead with him, if it meant that he would not leave. He would never look upon the grizzled man again, if only that would spare him this conversation. If only…

I- I am sorry, Germanicus. I only-

Tears threatened to spill from his eyes.

I am… a foolish boy, Crowfeather said finally. The words recalled memories of his father. It reminded him of similar talks, of the shame that had filled his father’s voice.

You spoke to me once. You told me that I show my feelings too easily. I have… not been mindful, as you instructed. Please, give me one more chance.

Please…