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Thank you, Belen… his voice was a whisper. Crowfeather touched his nose to her cheek quickly before pulling away and shuffling to his chambers. He planned to sleep until the stars had blanketed the sky. Anxiety pulled at him and forced him to wonder if Belen would lie to him. He did not want to consider it, so he did not.

When night fell and the moon rose overhead, Crowfeather slipped from Akashingo and into the wilds.