Redsand Canyon That’s where I’m headed

The healer’s soft voice drew Crowfeather’s gaze toward her. His dark ears turned to catch her words. She said that she had accomplished what he had asked, that he had made it through the procedure thanks to her care. The shadow felt a stirring of mixed emotions. He could have sworn that his leg was still attached to him, that it still burned with the pain of dragging it across the mesa and to the mountains. She’d spoken of this to him… and the removal of the leg was still fresh. Crowfeather hoped that those feelings would not remain with him forever.

Ah- he wished to thank her, but the boy’s tongue was thick and heavy in his mouth. His eyes rolled slightly as he moved to see if there was water nearby. The dryness filled his mouth. Crowfeather drew his tongue across his lips to no avail. The thought of infection was so far from his mind - he only wanted water. Water was all that mattered.