Lion Head Mesa I'm coming home again, all alone

The journey from the borders back to the heart of Akashingo was harder than the excursion out. By the time that Crowfeather had reached the hallways to the living quarters, he could feel his limbs quaking from the effort of keeping him up. He pressed his shoulder to the wall for support, trying to steady his breath.

The seer could not smell the others in the area. He had winded himself to the point that the only scents in his nose were from him – the only feeling in his throat was a dry struggle for air. Could he really journey from the mesa to the mountains? A solemn glance back at his scarred ankle filled him with spite. Crowfeather did not want to see Ramesses, or Satsu. He did not want to entertain the Pharaoh’s Fellahin.

Pushing forward slowly and shakily, the shadow searched the halls for @Belen.