Lion Head Mesa taken care of

unthinking, khusobek caught her against one hard forearm, and if she lolled for a small moment, he would take notice of things he had not before: the coyote cast, the way she was a perfect comingling of each, appearing wolven in one moment and feral in another.

but she was weak, and firmly the crocodile steered her back the way she had come, into the room. "that crisp old woman seemed as though she would take my hide if anything happened to the girl she was guarding. nazli," he remembered, a grin curling his face.