Lion Head Mesa smoke & burgundy

it was done.
theirs was an impasse.
pharaoh stepped down from his throne and walked toward the pair. he strode beyond them, not pausing this time to examine the close and eye-filling fever of the red hues.
at the doorway to his throne room the man turned back to look at the wolves of ursus. "do not make me your enemy, merrick. i will return from the mountains red with blood, to mingle with your own."
he was gone after that, footsteps fading against the stone floor.