Lion Head Mesa welcome to the panic room

he was taking a meal: two pigeons. the man had been offered the fruit but had turned it away. his bites were calculated. he sat in the little room where he had lived while in the palace. the room that crowfeather had been kept until the discovery was made that he was a prince.

there was a child's step and then a child's and their voice. a boy, a child with coyote blood, hesitant at the doorway. 

"i am. my name is germanicus." the soldier had stopped eating for now.