Lion Head Mesa manzanita

An unfamiliar voice started him from his thoughts.

The shadow drew his head upward and peered across the room toward a lovely young figure with remarkable glass blue eyes. Crowfeather was certain that he had never seen this girl before, but she seemed to know of him. She called him a Prince of Akashingo! The dark wolf swallowed heavily, wishing that he could correct her. The truth was that he did not know his role within the mesa clan.

Oh, h- hello, Crowfeather greeted her with a small smile – one that did not meet his eyes.

Are you… the one who is supposed to be the wife? he then asked her uncertainly. Crowfeather could not help but feel that he was being rude.