Lion Head Mesa I'm talking softly because my teeth are broke

Should it- should it have just- been taken off?

It was clear that the movements were twinging, but he continued as best as he could to keep up and work through it. He wanted to return his strength. Crowfeather was tired of feeling like a prisoner within the mesa’s walls. As nice as the Pharaoh had been, the shadow did not trust his motives. He felt that the longer he remained there, the more he would be asked to pay back.

A sigh fell from his lips.

How long? Do you think… before I can walk on my own again?