Lion Head Mesa cartouche

she looked one way, he another. it felt good to have a goal for a change, and soon satsu was engrossed in the hunt for that muggy scent of wet stone; though it was the man who found the dark gap first, slipping inside with barely a word.
satsu was alone for a minute as she traced his route and then slipped in to the dark, finding it much cooler upon her silver coat.

at least we have a place to hide if kynareth seeks us out in anger. he would not fit in here.
it was a narrow passage that forked in to the cliffside. some distance ahead of her stood pharaoh and his silhouette was only barely visible. the scent of water was stronger though, and soon the earth tapered downward, leading them both along.
as the passage curved it opened up to reveal crevices and widened gaps, slick with water. the deepest points held the most, though it was standing water, and smelled strongly of copper.