Redsand Canyon gigante

belen knew at once that there was a large rift between she and the prince. no. not a prince. she looked solemnly at his changed body and then at how much he carried in his eyes. he had always borne so much there, had he not? belen folded herself closer, as much for her sake as for his own. the long days of desperation that she had bravely donned now drained the young wolf. seeing crowfeather was an expansive relief. he mentioned germanicus. "he seems — cold." she looked up at him. "was he cold to you?" but her tone suggested she only asked to ask, that he did not need to answer. "the island. i am not supposed to speak about it." she licked her jaws. "if i tell you, we will never talk about it again. comprende?" her body vibrated with the thrill of adventure, now that she was safe and with a familiar soul.