Lion Head Mesa I don't want to rattle

They had not met. Crowfeather felt anxiety spike within him, realizing that he had summoned a perfect stranger to come speak to him. Had Ramesses begun to wear off on the shadow? No… no, no – it could not be that. He was simply doing his duty while he was a guest in the Pharaoh’s palace. This eased him into a small smile. The expression did not reach his honey gaze.

We have not. I am Crowfeather. The Pharaoh has asked me to speak with you. He said you had known each other from before, that you were considering claiming the woodland to the nor- north. A small nod followed, though the shadow did not look as though he was at ease in the conversation. These talks were not things he had ever dealt with before.

He says you have a mind for herbs. I- I would like to learn some of what you know, if you can share it.