Redsand Canyon Wherever the wind blows

All of the woman’s concerns were valid. They might even have been something he would have urged to another, if he was not the one carrying the weight of it. Crowfeather was so tired of talking about it. He hated the pain, hated dragging the leg around, like it was a constant reminder of the poor decisions he had made. 

The healing wolf tried to make sure he understood. Crowfeather regarded her with painfilled eyes. 

You don’t get it. I’m not afraid of some… stupid ghost pain. I’m not afraid of dying. This was not true. The dark wolf did not know what awaited him on the other side of that journey. If you take it and I do not survive, then all of the pain will be gone. And if I do survive- Crowfeather felt his stomach lurch. His eyes shifted away again. The shadow was crestfallen. Then, at least I won’t carry this dead leg around as punishment. 

The dark figure stiffened. His jaw clenched. 

Take it off.