Redsand Canyon Wherever the wind blows

Hello, Aquene, his voice deadpanned from his mouth. The gold in his gaze turned upon her. She seemed fit and eager. Something in her eyes reminded him of Mothwing. He missed her. He wished things had not gone so terribly wrong. Only lately, Crowfeather wished that he had never run from his homeland. Things had only gotten harder. 

Germanicus brought me here to see you. My leg is- he looked to it with hatred burning behind his gaze. It was mangled beyond what it had been in Akashingo. He hated it. He hated that it had caused him to miss any chance he may have had with the silver eagle. I can see the bone. Crowfeather lifted his eyes from his leg and back to Aquene. His jaw tightened. 

Just take it off. It was only a burden. 

I wanted to see if Germanicus wanted a post in here. Looks like just you and me. ^^;