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

Confusion fluttered again to the surface of Crowfeather’s gaze. He tilted his head and swallowed softly. 

Mereo is an- an out post of Akashingo. Germanicus didn’t tell you that? The shadow wondered more about the silver-muzzled Imperator. His frustrations with Germanicus created images in his head. Images that depicted the Imperator as a man who said whatever he must to get what he wanted. The Imperator, who was so different from Germanicus - so different from the man Crowfeather had traveled with, slept beside. He hated those feelings. He hated Mereo. 

Maybe he planned to tell you… Crowfeather tried to excuse it away.