Lion Head Mesa Kyōdai no kōken'nin

Satsu said nothing to him.

Though he could not place why, her silence stung. Crowfeather felt his chest heave softly when she had slipped from his resting place. He closed his eyes tightly and wished that Germanicus would appear, would speak rationally and not without kindness, and could chase away the strife that the shadow felt.

As he drifted back to fitful sleep, the dark wolf dreamed of a fox that hunted through the forest, and Crowfeather was its prey.