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

Has it not mended long enough?

Crowfeather huffed exasperatedly from where he was.

The dark figure had felt as though he’d been trapped within Akashingo’s walls for ages. The cycles of the moon no longer brought comfort to him. The longer he realized that he had been there, the longer it had been since Germanicus had visited. The shadow could not help but wonder if the silver eagle had left him intentionally. The idea hurt him too much to linger on.

Crowfeather listened to the nurse, cringing at the effort of extending his foot.

… will I ever hunt again?

The words fell softly from his mouth. He would not meet her gaze.