Lion Head Mesa lyre

Anything is game! My plans are always fast and loose and easy to crumble, which is exactly how I like them. ^^ You can throw anything at me, anytime!

Foxfur had left Crowfeather with words that loomed over his head.

The warrior would return when the first sun of summer had fallen on their lands. He had found another clan who had allowed him to stay with them. The dark yearling might have found it odd, had he not been faced with the impending upheaval of the life he had begun to construct. Summer was still many moons away; he knew this much. He had grown stronger on his mangled ankle, and he could navigate for a short while without the assistance of Tavina or the Fellahin who had been assigned to him.

When Ramesses entered his quarters, Crowfeather regarded him with uncertainty and surprise. He had not thought the Pharaoh to be a visiting man. As the ruler spoke to him, the shadow’s feelings spiked wildly out of control. Panic overcame him, the urge to run away again, but he stared blankly at the gold-touched man.

Legitimized? By some stranger you’ve found?

Crowfeather thought of Germanicus. Anger rose in the back of his throat.

Where was he?

What’s the meaning of this, Ramesses? I… I don’t understand what you’re saying.

Crowfeather looked to Gucci, almost pleading the small figure to chime in.