Lion Head Mesa I am all that I need

The grizzled man answered in a plain voice. He had seen Crowfeather. He also wanted to know whose banner Foxfur belonged to, to be searching for the dark princeling. If he had not been so weathered, the warrior might have been offended by the man’s tone. Instead, he was overwhelmed that he had found another living being who had crossed paths with the missing seer.

Under the banner of our people, the clan of the Starsea, Foxfur answered gently, his russet snout bowed toward the ground.

His father has been worried. He sent me searching shortly after young Crowfeather disappeared. I followed his scent to these lands and then the rains became too heavy, and he was lost. In truth, Foxfur did not know if the boy’s father worried for him. He knew only that their clan was without its seer, and Whitestar had been furious with the runaway shadow.

Where is he? Foxfur’s voice was nearly a plea.