Shy Deer Steppes she the hunted

the vultures hung upon hot drafts above—bloated, disinterested.
listless, as pharaoh was busy silencing maggie for a time, jawahir separated from the mesa and could be found creeping among the stones below. it was here they spied a skittering creature not unlike themselves, first snatching at the earth and then making carom to the nearest shelter.
humming softly, jawahir called to them from a high place.
my sweet, you are a quick little thing.
unlike the caterwauling of maggie with her rough voice, jawahir was saccharine.