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

I have to get to the mountains there, Crowfeather pointed his snout toward the canyon where the Saints had once formed and Germanicus now resided. It seemed so far away when he could scarcely walk. The world was large and awfully wicked. But my leg’s mangled and hasn’t healed yet. He thought he’d made decent progress, but his escape from Akashingo had proven to be something of a risk. The shadow had caused damage to his ankle again and it would set him back. To keep traveling would only prove to be more trouble.

How do you expect that to work?

The dark figure’s honey gaze shifted toward the stranger with an expression of disbelief. In truth, if he didn’t find a way to feed himself, he would not make it to the mountain. No sustenance meant that traveling would be slower and his body more fragile. Crowfeather began to worry.