Lion Head Mesa Covered in gold, forgetting my skin

"you went into the mountains."

did the shadow not recall? but germanicus supposed swiftly that crowfeather recalled very little.

he did not speak again. the eagle lifted a soaked piece of moss that had been left upon a skin near the head of this healing bed.

he lay it beside the youthful ranger's mouth. strength first. mending first. the imperator was not yet sure that crowfeather had escaped the threshold of death. he had seen such terrible wounds and he had seen fevers return.