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The dark wolf watched as she gathered red stones and laid them out in the sand. His ears were drawn to a point. His honey gaze rested curiously on her movements. Crowfeather had never seen such a game played before.

Can’t you just move them all the first time and be done with it? he asked her, squinting down at the pebbles with scrutiny.

Belen asked him if he believed in an afterlife. Crowfeather looked back up to her sharply, wondering why she would ask him such a thing. The dark figure swallowed and nodded his head. It was a shaky motion, but he was not certain that he trusted her. He could not fathom why one of the Pharaoh’s beautiful Fellahin was keeping him company.

My clan believes that we become stars if we follow the path of the warrior. It is the only way, he spoke softly to her.