Redsand Canyon viriliter

The words about his family were short, giving the shadow all he needed to know. They were growing, learning. It would not be long before the man’s children would be young soldiers. They would grow into their shape, taking on the features of the silver eagle and his wife. The images that had once played in Crowfeather’s mind had been replaced. Pups with sunflower yellow eyes and Ruenna’s features. It burned within him.

When Germanicus faced him again, it was to ask how his healing was going. Crowfeather glanced toward the stump of a leg he wore. It was tender still, weak from the time he had spent resting. He had learned to shuffle around on his remaining limbs with awkward efficiency.

You have a good healer here. It- It shouldn’t be much longer… that I am using your resources, and her time. The shadow wanted to get that out of the way. He did not want for Germanicus to feel that he would be burdened with the shadow’s presence for too much longer. I will repay you. For this- For… all that I have taken.