Lion Head Mesa cartouche

the tale came from the dark. satsu was busy trying to climb the ledge and only heard it in pieces, taking greater note of the bemused tone that pharaoh employed.
he moved around her and easily ascended.
shall i pull you up? a thin light caught his smile while satsu huffed, not dignifying him with an answer.
it took some stretching and then kicking for the dancer to hoist herself on to the first lip of stone, then the next. the clambor of her chest against the dirt was overshadowed by the puffing of her breath and then the scratch of claws as she finally righted herself.
as she shook the grit from her coat she leveled a glare towards the smug man, but said nothing.
satsu was more interested in what they had found in the space beyond him.