Lion Head Mesa (ap) passim

Ruenna was kind in her responses, telling the dark young wolf that she would remain there for as long as the Pharaoh thought it suitable. She added that she would stay until morning, at the very least. Crowfeather nodded his head understandably, grateful to have the company while the rest of Akashingo reveled in merrymaking.

As he rested his head upon his paws, Ruenna asked him what sights there were to see while she visited. The shadow drew his gaze to her, and anxiousness filled his belly. He would have liked to tell her, if he could recall much of the mesa. Crowfeather’s mind was a series of broken memories that did not fit together well enough to make sense of them. When she inquired about the best portions of the Pharaoh’s kingdom, he did not know what to say.

I- I don’t… Crowfeather began nervously. I don’t remember much- much before I was brought here.

This did not feel adequate to offer her, not when she had been so good to him.

Sometimes at night, I can see the stars through the opening, as he said this, he gestured with his nose toward a wide hole in the cavern that looked up. I think they’d be nice if you saw them from outside.