Lion Head Mesa kareshi

Satsu worked at tidying the area where she was shaded beneath the trees. Crowfeather watched her for some short time before he stirred to approach at her side, expression worrisome. The dark wolf wondered why she would be tending to things that had been unearthed, not when she could have been pampered by the Pharaoh.

Satsu, let me help you.

Crowfeather’s voice cracked softly upon release. The lean shadow approached on careful paws, minding each step so that he would not ruin the work she had already finished. The shadow brushed a leafy stem with roots sticking toward the skies. He dug a small hole for it and pushed the roots back beneath the surface before nudging earth at its base.