Lion Head Mesa I'm no good at waiting

Frustration huffed air through his nose.

Tamar was only trying to be helpful to him. She even offered to have the Mazoi take him outside so that he could leave the cramped enclosure. Crowfeather was not certain if he wanted the Pharaoh’s brutes to try carrying him. Shame crept warmly through his cheeks as he thought of Germanicus carrying his broken body back to the mesa. Anger replaced it instantly when he realized that the older man was not there. He had moved on. And while his words were kind and rational, they did nothing to ease the fear that Crowfeather would be left behind.

Germanicus is claiming the canyon.

The yearling snapped his mouth shut. He should not be confiding in Tamar. She had likely asked him as a courtesy, nothing more. Satsu’s maid was not someone who needed to listen to the sniveling of a boy.

I don’t want to be here anymore. I need to help him. I need to help Germanicus so I don’t get left-

Crowfeather sighed shakily.

Can I have some water?