Lion Head Mesa manzanita

belen put her head to one side. "you could. but where is the fun in that?" she wanted to go on, to explain the rules and the shapes, the full word and the throwing sticks. but crowfeather's words were unexpected. "what if you are not a warrior?" she passed her paws lightly over the round backs of the small stones. "i am not." she avoided a glance at his leg. "are you?" she wondered what exactly had happened. perhaps he was a warrior after all.