Lion Head Mesa and the rights that they abused

At the mention of the older man, Crowfeather inhaled. He had not expected to hear this from a stranger, to hear any message regarding the man who had left Akashingo. The dark figure’s attention was unbroken. His ears were drawn to a tall point as Germanicus’ message was relayed to him. When she had finished, Crowfeather believed she had stolen away the weight that had settled in his chest.

He said that?

There was disbelief hanging on the edge of his words, but it would not be so easily heard. More distinct, Crowfeather’s hushed tone of love could not be concealed.