Lion Head Mesa manzanita

Crowfeather blinked at her.

He couldn’t see where the fun was in moving one at a time, either, but he didn’t wish to argue with the blue-eyed girl.

Belen wished to know what path there was for those who were not warriors. The shadow glanced thoughtfully at her feather and then settled his eyes on her face. There are few who do not follow the warrior’s path. A medicine wolf, a seer, but these are the only ones. The girl wanted to know if Crowfeather had been a warrior.

The dark wolf moved a single pebble from one end of the line to the other.

No. I always wanted to be one, though.

Sadness washed through him. Crowfeather sighed softly.