Lion Head Mesa The sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming the moon's gonna owe it one

jawahir smiled at the shrewdness of the stranger. maggie would have called him a cull. that is not for me to say.
they slipped closer, meeting the intrigue in the wolf's eyes with a look of their own. i will only bathe the dust from your paws and warm you in the hours that follow.
jawahir met his stare with a brazen look, urging the man forward and in the direction of the mesa.