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Oh, yes, we went to Redhawk Caldera and we met Ruenna there. I also met the Sovereign Towhee, who was very kind, he shared with Satsu, pleased that she had found the company at the caldera to be acceptable. He had grown fond of the wolves there, even though he had only met a few of them. It had seemed the kind of clan that he would have liked for himself – one focused on family. The shadow of a wolf had even allowed himself to fantasize. What would he have been like if he had been born into a clan like that one? Would he have been braver?

Crowfeather listened still as Satsu explained how they had gathered their numbers, settled into the mesa as their home. It seemed a fantasy to him, of course. The seer had not known the efforts that it took to create a clan from nothing, and he felt a swelling of pride to know that his friend Satsu had been able to accomplish the task.

When she had finished, she asked about Crowfeather’s travels. The dark wolf blushed, fixing his gaze to his paws as they walked. He wasn’t certain what to tell her, really. Germanicus had led their charge across land and stone, Crowfeather had merely followed. Still, there were moments that he wished he could share with her. Thinking of telling her about Germanicus filled the dark wolf with a flurry of foolish giddiness. He opted instead to keep those moments to himself.

We have traveled a great distance, I feel. Germanicus is quite good at speaking to the other clans. We met wolves in Redhawk Caldera and Brecheliant and now we are here with you. Sometimes it feels like I have journeyed with him for much longer than it has really been, he answered her with a sheepish batting of his lashes.