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Oh, she was one of the Pharaoh’s special wolves. Crowfeather’s head tilted curiously as he gazed upon her. The feather that had been tucked behind her ear made her eyes spark with blue. She did not remind him of the other Fellahin, but he was unable to say why that was.

I’m Crowfeather, he offered his name with an uneasy attempt at a smile. I- I’m sorry I- I don’t know your name.

Perhaps she had been introduced to him at some point and he had forgotten. There seemed to have been many things that had slipped from his mind in the time he had rested at Akashingo. Crowfeather was not even certain he knew what season it was.