Lion Head Mesa leg so hot u fry an egg

The stranger did not relinquish his company so easily. The man upon their borders attempted to follow, calling out for Crowfeather to wait – to explain himself. The shadow did not want to explain. He did not know if he could form the words without whimpering, without crumbling to the earth as dirt and stone.

No, the seer choked out. He shook his head – again, and again, and again. The motion played over and over as though he could shake the words free from his mind.

I d- don’t know you. His voice was sputtering now.

Go away.