Redsand Canyon viriliter

It didn’t feel so different when he stood there, that look upon his face… Crowfeather thought back to their travels and their time together. He missed it. Every day that passed where he was so close to the silver-brushed eagle, each time the older man’s scent passed the tablinum, the shadow was filled with an indescribable longing.

Time had a way of changing things.

Yes… of course.

The three-legged figure was stricken with worry. He wondered if Germanicus had come to tell him that his time was running short, that Crowfeather would need to leave. He had spent a good deal of time eating their resources, burdening their stocks and their members.

How… is your family? He did not want to ask. He did not want to know.