Firestone Hot Springs Through the Mist

the man answered and put-down the idea, or perhaps they were too boyish to read the deeper meaning. no matter, jawahir could work within the limits of the stranger's youth.
i am jawahir. purring their name, while dark eyes watched the wolf's svelte silhouette drift closer. they looked quite solid, jawahir thought.
i come from the south.. some travel that way. a frisk of their tail to indicate where the mesa ruddied the horizon, too far to make out.