Lion Head Mesa cartouche

in the confined space his braying could have split stone, leaving behind a ringing in satsu's ears. when next the man indicated a fork in the path, satsu sped to overtake his position and danced fluidly around him, as if this place was well known to her; silver grazing against gold.
then i will choose the path, and let any beasts find my teeth first. since i am the warrior between us. despite the confinement satsu felt giddy, excited to be exploring and equally amused with her company, insufferable as he could be - in this instance she chose humor.
onward she went, down one path and ignoring the other. the path was harder to follow the dimmer the light became, until the end, at which point the wall gave way to rubble along the leading edge and a triangular shaft of rock which she could narrowly climb up.
not shadow; a shaft of light.
to reach the glowing segment she would need to be taller, and struggled even to balance with her forepaws against the wall, reaching as much as she could to peek over the ledge. it would have been no problem for the taller pharaoh.