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Silvertongue, he repeated gently, pleased that she seemed taken with it. The girl went on to say that if there was no Belen, there would be no threat of the Pharaoh. Crowfeather grasped this, uncertain. She seemed to think that it would solve that problem. She even assured him that they did not need to be allied to anyone that they did not wish. This was some relief to the dark figure, as he had followed many of the wolves who had been kind to him and had accepted their wants as his own.

The glass-eyed girl wished to know if Crowfeather would remain a prince in their new home. He blinked at her and shook his head softly, smiling.

There are no princes or kings where I come from, no Pharaohs, no soldiers… the shadow was almost certain that he did not wish for that in his new home. He wanted the comforts of his home. There would be small changes, things that needed to be shifted to fit their new lives. I was supposed to be a seer to my home clan. If I were to form this with you, lead it… with you, he felt himself grow uncertain. Crowfeather did not know if he could lead anyone.

I would be a Star.