Redsand Canyon gigante

Crowfeather listened to Belen as she shared her stories in quiet tones. He did not speak a word. His attention belonged to the girl. 

The things she spoke of were like a fantasy. He was reminded of the Starsea and their practices. Were all wolves alike in that way, that they needed belief in something greater to fill their lives? The shadow could not judge, for he carried the beliefs of his homeland everywhere he went. He wondered if Belen had enjoyed her time away from Akashingo- a thought broke this. 

Belen, he whispered tentatively. You do not have to return to Akashingo? Hopefulness filled his eyes.