Redsand Canyon Wherever the wind blows

It was only a healer’s duty to tell someone of the dangers that came with their treatment. He could see her eyes scouring his limb. He could feel that she wasn’t pleased with the sight of it. At least it wasn’t attached to her. At least she didn’t have to carry around the reminder of it. Crowfeather felt weary and frustrated. He did not want to hear that he could die. He had already hoped for as much when he had ventured to the canyon the first time and had faced Nyra.

It doesn’t really matter…

Life or death, leg or no leg… Crowfeather knew that he would not be the same when he departed Mereo. His heart hung heavily with this knowledge.

The dark figure’s gaze turned to Aquene solemnly.

I know it’s your job to tell me, but I’ve seen healers work. I’ve learned the medicine leaves and the sleeping herbs. Then his eyes shifted back to the leg with a thin-lipped grimace. It won’t be saved. If you leave it and force me to sit through the healing of it, when I leave it will return to this- This bloody, well-worn mess. A glistening glimpse of his soul.