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The dark wolf had almost ceased to exist in the rabble of their group.

Pharaoh spoke like a friend to Germanicus, so very unlike the tone he had used before when they had spoken that foreign language. Crowfeather did not understand how such things had transpired, but it did not help him to feel any more at ease in their strange world.

His lantern gaze searched Germanicus’ features pleading, praying that he might catch a glimpse of something that he could understand. Satsu was lovely and kind, offering the deer of the mesa as a dinner.

Crowfeather said nothing. He bowed his head obediently and trailed after the silver eagle. Wherever it was that Germanicus wished to go, his shadow would surely follow.