Redsand Canyon A mess of a story I'm ashamed to tell

A woman’s cheery voice roused the dark man from his rest. His golden eyes lifted to her features with some small interest. Crowfeather wondered if she had been sent to make sure that he was obeying Aquene’s orders. Worry found its way into his figure, stiffening him. He did not want the healer woman to think that he had directly disobeyed her orders to rest. All he had wanted was to sit in the sun for a time.

Katniss, he returned her name in a soft voice. Are you a helper to Aquene? Sniffing softly at the air between them, Crowfeather realized that she did not smell much like the rest of Mereo. She smelled of the wilderness beyond. He wondered if she was new. Or… did you only just join Mereo?

Oh, but he was being rude to ask such pointed questions outright.

I’m- I’m Crowfeather.