Lion Head Mesa I'm talking softly because my teeth are broke

Restless, Crowfeather pushed himself up and did what he could within his quarters before the strain grew to be too much.

When the dark figure slumped into the furs, he allowed his gaze to drift to the hole where he could see the sky. The clouds were heavy and grey. There was a chill to the air that wafted in through the hole and washed the chambers in fresh winter smells. Crowfeather wished that he could go and venture through the snow.

Thinking that he would need to work harder, the shadow sighed and called out for @Tavina. He would ask for her to work him through steps to regain his strength. Crowfeather could not remain in Akashingo. He needed to get to Germanicus.