Lion Head Mesa I'm no good at waiting

In a moment, there was Tamar. The familiar flash of her brightly colored coat created a sigh from the dark figure’s lips. He did not want her to worry. He did not want her to fret over him more than she already had. The healer who had been with the wolves of Ursus had left with her clan. The maidservant to the queen had been able to take her place. Crowfeather had watched her tend to his broken figure with a sourness growing inside of him.

Germanicus was away, creating the new claim land for the soldiers he would lead. Day after day, Crowfeather thought on their conversation and burned at the idea that he could do nothing about the older man’s affairs. He was trapped. He was trapped in Akashingo and even his friend Satsu had moved on – married to the Pharaoh and getting ready, surely, to bring him children.

I n- need to walk. I c- cannot lay here. I must travel east.

The dark wolf’s voice croaked from his mouth. Crowfeather gritted his teeth against the string of tears, refusing to cry in front of the maid. She did not need to bear the burdens of his emotions and his injuries.