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The dark wolf followed after Satsu with a trot to his step. Occasionally, Crowfeather would look to Germanicus. He had decided he didn't like the older man's stoicism when he could not decipher it. There were thoughts behind Germanicus' gaze that he did not understand, could not grasp on a glance alone. 

The mesa was large, stretching out before them impressively. Crowfeather breathed heavily as he looked to its shape. He would not have thought Satsu would pick such a home, not if he really thought about it. 

You surprise me, Satsu. I do not know why, but this is not the home I would have anticipated you'd select. Crowfeather smiled. Perhaps he saw more in one's desired home than he should.