Blackfeather Woods He's the one who left home; I'm the one who stayed

For @Cormorant and anyone else who wants to laugh at a sad little boy. ^w^

Through the night and into the morning, Crowfeather had not journeyed far.

By the time he had reached the darkened woodland, his leg was blistered and rubbed raw. He had been forced to drag it behind him. Halfway there, the shadow had lifted his head and cried into the skies. If only the stars would take him, take his leg, take his heart-

Crowfeather did all he could to conceal his tracks. After some time, he had realized that he was wasting his opportunity for escape. The wolves of Akashingo would be swifter than he. They could cross the earth in a fraction of the time. He only hoped that he had cleared enough away.

Slumping into a thick bush, the seer pushed himself beneath it until only his eyes glittered from the tangle of leaves and branches.