Lion Head Mesa I sip on you to wash down the shame

merrick had followed the scarred woman to the tall red mountain. it was unlike anything he had seen before. the network of caves reminded the man of silvertip with a jarring and sickened feeling.
sabah let out a call for this pharaoh, and merrick recalled the desire to kill he had felt in her delicate presence. 
it overtook him now as she fell into shadow, and his muscles tensed with an attempt to rein himself.