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Many things happened in a short time. The shadow did not imagine it was possible to make himself any smaller, but when Germanicus stepped forward to block his path from the lapis-eyed ruler, Crowfeather’s breath stopped.

The dark wolf had not seen the eagle this way before. There was a proud madness to him, a boiling that seemed to thrive just below the surface of his poignant yellow stare. The shadow balked, eyes darting between Germanicus and Pharaoh as though their fangs would clash at any moment.

The two men spoke words that Crowfeather had never heard before, words that only the other seemed to understand. The two men played at power and their tongues were sharp like swords.

When the men pulled back from each other, it was so that Satsu could lead them into the heart of Akashingo and share her territory. Crowfeather did not know how they had gotten there, how Germanicus had not fought with the Pharaoh for speaking the way he had-

The dark wolf’s mind was full of so many things, he did not speak. He merely trailed beside Satsu with his head hung low and his eyes trained to the earth. Perhaps he had misjudged the wolf with the lapis gaze. Had Pharaoh really saved him from the ruthlessness of the woman he had stood beside?

Crowfeather could not shake the feeling that he had lodged his limbs in a trap and that he would not shake free without a great loss.