Lion Head Mesa I'm no good at waiting

In any other moment, Crowfeather might have heard her words and dreaded the thought that she would leave. Instead, he took them and held them in his heart. He would not forget the star she had named. Even after she had left them, he would search the skies until he found it. The light would guide him to the east.

Crowfeather breathed deeply, pressing his shoulder to the warmth that Tamar offered him. Her figure felt soft beside his. As the boy tried to relish in her warmth and sleep began to overtake him, he imagined that the softness of her pelt was Germanicus, that he laid beside Crowfeather beneath the dim light.