Redsand Canyon That’s where I’m headed

Who?

Even in his drugged state, he feared speaking the man’s name. Crowfeather could see the silver of his muzzle entering the tablinum to demand his silence. The shadow tucked himself tighter, hoping to hold in all of what he felt so that it would not escape. The herbs had made his tongue loose and his mind weak. Even in his most sound state, he might have been persuaded by her kind questions, the concern that was written upon her face.

Eyelids fluttered again. Crowfeather breathed a shaky breath from his nose.

Germanicus… he whispered, choked from the back of his throat.

Why- why doesn’t he-? Love me…

Aquene could not answer this for him. His eyes closed. He brought a paw to his snout, tucking his muzzle into the limb in hopes that he might hide from this feeling. Sleep was not far. In only a few minutes, Crowfeather knew that he would be swept by the herbs into a sound slumber.