Lion Head Mesa I'm talking softly because my teeth are broke

Not every day. Crowfeather frowned at this news. It did not please him that he would be forced to spend days resting. He felt that he had rested enough. Months had passed since he had woken up in Akashingo. On top of this, Tavina seemed to believe that he should not be alone. There were no members of the Pharaoh’s court that Crowfeather would enjoy having at his side.

Thanks, he muttered to her upon hearing that she would craft a poultice for him.

Some days were better than others, he’d realized. There were times when Crowfeather felt that he would recover without failure and return to his former agility. He knew this was not realistic. It was still difficult to hold himself up for long on his own. All he wanted was a glimmer of hope to help motivate him to that final stretch. It just seemed to be getting further away.