Lion Head Mesa weighing feathers

Tavina would take him.

Foxfur turned to the dark woman who had escorted him from the wilds. She was a physician and a warrior to the man called Pharaoh? How peculiar. The fox-faced man still believed that she had been patrolling the borders in search of him. That she was a protector to the man’s lands. For him to think that she also had skills with healing and mending was almost unfathomable.

Foxfur turned to leave with the medicine wolf. 

Thank you, the warrior offered wearily to the Pharaoh, who seemed to have lost his interest in their speaking. The thanks was only a way of being polite. Foxfur did not like to be in the presence of the man, and he would rather find his way back to Moonglow than to spend another minute in Akashingo.

Crowfeather had been found, and he would be able to see the boy in the morning. It could all be rectified.