Lion Head Mesa Shinzō-byō

Satsu dismissed Tavina. Crowfeather’s ears flattened at the sharpness in her voice.

For a long moment, he wondered if he could pretend to be sleeping. He was not certain he would know what to say. Something inside of him bubbled that he did not like. Fear… for his friend. How could it be so? The shadow did not understand, and he was not prepared to face a conversation with Satsu without collecting all the pieces of his memory. Only fractions had remained, none of them good.

Hello, Satsu… he spoke softly.

The gold of his eyes searched her face. Crowfeather swallowed, hoping to clear the lump that had formed in his throat.

How had so much changed?