Lion Head Mesa Shinzō-byō

If Crowfeather had not known better, he would have imagined that his visit from Satsu was something from a dream. She was there and then she swept away, leaving only the lingering scents of her husband and Akashingo behind.

The dark young wolf knew that she was right. He still had a good deal of healing to tend to. He would need to work hard to build the muscle back into the ankle that had been torn. Crowfeather knew that Tavina was brisk with her visits, but she didn’t do anything that outright hurt him. Time would tell how soon he could depart the mesa and search for Germanicus. The young seer would only need to be patient, until that time.

Crowfeather rested his head upon his paws and watched the exit where Satsu had left. His eyes did not close for hours.