Redsand Canyon amarillo

Belen arrived with news. The Pharaoh’s daughter was in Mereo.

Crowfeather stared at her, eyes wide. He felt his pace quicken and glanced fearfully to the side as though the young girl might appear before him and whisk him back to the mesa between her teeth. She could not have been very old, he thought. The young man blinked a few times, shaking his head.

We- We can leave sooner. I just fear-

No, he did not fear… he knew that he would be slow. They would not cover much ground when he had not found the grace to walk confidently without all his legs. There were many times that he stumbled or swayed dangerously on his paws. Though he tried to push himself to travel further than he had the day before, it wore him to the bone to do so.

It will be slow, Belen. I will be slow.