Redsand Canyon amarillo

belen scarcely heard the rest of what crowfeather said. searunner. silvertongue. she loved the sound of both, though in the end she leant more toward the former royal. "silvertongue," the young wolf murmured softly, glowing with delight. she looked back at the wolf who was once prince. "if there is no belen, there is no pharaoh to follow me." did he understand? she hoped that he did. "we do not have to make an alliance with anyone we do not wish." her eyes were bright. "will you be a prince there also?"