Lion Head Mesa You've got smoke in your eyes

It was roughly midday when Crowfeather had worked his way back to the heart of the mesa in search of @Satsu, hoping that he might find her and confide his exasperations to her. The longer he trekked, the heavier his thoughts became. It did little good to mull over his talk with Germanicus. All those thoughts and for what? To know that the silver eagle did not want for Crowfeather to participate in the war, that he wished to march alone into battle.

The dark wolf’s teeth clenched tightly as he thought back to when the older man had first returned, had told the yearling that they would spar in preparation. No sparring had taken place. There were no attempts to prepare Crowfeather for the danger that was on their doorstep, nothing at all. Nothing more than Germanicus’ wants and wishes-

Crowfeather trudged through the caverns, scowling to anyone who met his gaze.