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

Crowfeather grunted in response, nodding his head.

Yes, he could feel it.

When she said that it would likely take four weeks before he could roam around without the aid of another, or the support of a wall, Crowfeather huffed a quiet breath. Four weeks felt like such a long time to be cooped up. He understood that he could shuffle around, but there wasn’t any real freedom in that. The shadow had been kept inside the mesa for too long. He did not know how to ease the itching of his paws or the feverish desire to see the silver eagle.

You will help me every day until then? he asked her, eyes fixing on her face.