Lion Head Mesa i ne’er was struck before that hour

so sorry for the wait!

they had settled nto a sort of accord now, the pair of them. relieved that the girl would keep her head up, for it was difficult to converse otherwise, relmyna shook her head. no. but it is pretty here. only once before had she come, with a young redhawk wolf before the war. ear flicked to monitor the sound of a bat winging quietly through the night before her guarded gaze turned upon the girl once more. where did you live before? as always, her mouthings were slow, deliberate; the reading of lips was not a known skill and she wished to be understood.