Lion Head Mesa leviculus

set whenever!

germanicus scrubbed the smell of maggie's bedchamber and the wafting slime of the pharaoh's breath from his fur. his movements were grim in the tepid water flowing sluggishly beneath the mesa. 

when he had finished, the man shook out his silver pelt and began his search for @Crowfeather. 

it had been ten days and he did not know what he might say.