Lion Head Mesa How I’m gettin on

well lookit that. phayrow had a lord of his own.
maggie was loyal to at least her place here, however, in that it had fed her, and this massive man had not.
but she burned with curiosity, and gave a nod. "was brung 'ere by another o' me kind. given room an' board, so's long as oi'm out on me feet bringin' in culls."
a wave of her tail. "or me back, if yew please."
indolent flash of her little teeth. "'ave you come to look in on akashingo then, lord?"