Redsand Canyon when you wake up hungover, you wish you were sober

The shadow did not enjoy his time healing within Mereo. All the while he was treated, his mind hummed over the words that had been shared with Germanicus.

Crowfeather had thought that he would follow the silver eagle anywhere. He had thought that the stars had intertwined their fates and had given him a glimmering hope – a future that was different, but good. The taste of love that had filled him had only left him emotionally crippled. The leg that he had pulled from the mesa to the canyon had left him physically crippled. The shadow was trapped within the walls of a home he had nothing to do with – a home where he had no place.

An unfamiliar voice drew the dark wolf’s ears to a point. Crowfeather scowled at the figure of one of Germanicus’ underlings. What did they want? What could they have been interrupting? The moody young man had been left on his own since parting with the Imperator. Only the voice of the healer had been a constant softness in a world that felt so harsh.

What could you be interrupting? Crowfeather mumbled back.