Lion Head Mesa leg so hot u fry an egg

One word became many.

Crowfeather could not understand what was happening. He could feel a coldness creeping across his skin, pressing into his flesh until it had broken the surface and burrowed into his bones.

The one who married Ruenna. But that had only been talk, hadn’t it? Nothing had been decided.

I guess they’re having kids, or something…

None of the other words found Crowfeather. He could not hear – the rapid thrum of his heart in his ears was drowning out all other sounds. The dark figure’s legs quaked and shook. His breathing fell in strangled little gasps. Tears pooled in his eyes, but he could not blink them away before they began to spill. The shadow turned from the stranger, shameful. He did not want to talk anymore.

You must be confused. Honey yellow eyes were fixed on the ground, glazed and distant. That cannot be true. It cannot be true. It cannot.

Crowfeather did not speak to the man again. He turned away from the borders and began to drag his hind leg back toward the mesa.