Lion Head Mesa Shinzō-byō

The dark yearling listened to his friend recount their conversation.

Crowfeather could not understand why he would attempt such a thing. He did not know why he would seek to lie to Satsu – she meant so much to him. The dark figure searched her features without understanding. The expression upon his face seemed to twist with horror and worry.

Was this the reason why Germanicus had not returned, he wondered.

Satsu… I- I- words failed him.

I do not know why I would lie to you, Satsu. I am no warrior! I have no place in a war.

Information had been gained, but it had not made the dark wolf any wiser. Worries expanded in his mind. Crowfeather felt as though he had spent several months living the life of another wolf. Surely, the seer from the Starsea had not behaved in such a way.

When the inky wolf looked down to his paws, he breathed a shaky sigh.

I should have been left out there…