Lion Head Mesa I'm no good at waiting

No, no, Tamar did not understand!

Then where is she, Tamar? Where is she? the shadow snapped sharply. There was a flash of fire in his gaze and a twisted expression of a young boy seemed to distort his features for only a few moments.

Tamar did not deserve to be spoken to that way. And Satsu did not owe him anything, especially not her time. 

Crowfeather sighed.

I do not care for Akashingo, Tamar. I do not care for what they think of me… not here. I will not stay. I would be gone if it was not for this. The seer’s gaze shifted to his mangled ankle with contempt.

In that moment, there were several shattered pieces of a conversation that returned to him. The dark wolf frowned thoughtfully. He remembered only faintly that Satsu had been stiff with him, had been colder than he ever remembered her being. They had argued, but he could not recall what it had been about. The longer he thought of it, the more frustrated he grew.