Lion Head Mesa a-weema-weh

let me know if this is not okay!

he'd wandered far—too far. so determined was he to hunt that he kept going, trying again and again to bring down game and bring it home. just one, he told himself. i just want to catch one thing.

but he'd caught exactly zero things, and he'd crossed the mountains to boot. now he found himself in an unfamiliar place, a wide-open land where the blue sky threatened to swallow everything up. he swallowed and looked back, then carried on, drawn to the rock formation up ahead.

perhaps there were goats. or other creatures hidden in the cracks. he needed food. he needed to go home.

his eyes widened as he drew closer and saw the young girl nosing about. hey, he called out to her, voice hoarse with misuse. was this her home? maybe he could stay here and rest, get back his strength before returning north. he began to trot her way, then stopped dead as a golden form caught the corner of his eye.

oh, god! he stood frozen in place, wondering whether to put himself between the girl and the cougar, or shout at her to run. surya did neither, perfectly petrified at the edge of the rocks.