Lion Head Mesa Shinzō-byō

The queen said that she would be happier when Crowfeather was well.

The shadow felt himself burn. Guilt and frustration swept through him. How could he doubt her so easily? What had happened to him to make him distrust the blue of her eyes and the kindness of her tongue? The dark yearling did not know, and he was not certain that he would ever discover what had severed the lines of faith he had once attached to Satsu.

A thin smile formed on her mouth. Crowfeather did not return the expression. He watched her warily, fearfully. When she spoke, it was to ask if he remembered anything that had happened before he had been injured.

I-

The shadow sighed softly.

There are pieces of things but I can’t make them whole. I don’t even know if they’re real memories.

Crowfeather swallowed and then searched Satsu’s face.

Did- Did we… fight?