Lion Head Mesa Power, Is Power.

there was blood.

when it was over, and the white wolf had run across the plain, jawahir watched as she shrank to nothing against the horizon.

they noted where the enemy had gone. kintla was long and did not disguise anyone's purpose. the jewel descended from their pedestal to approach the reddened wolves, slipping to pharaoh's shoulder. maggie bled silently into the dirt.

we have no healer here, they said solemnly. precious stone. the jewel of akashingo. they knelt in the red dust and began an attempt to staunch the bleeding of their lover's pet.