Lion Head Mesa Pólemos II

there was a moment, and then tamar nodded.

arsenio's larger body was a welcome bulwark against the heavy winds that seemed to buffet the mesa at times.

she began to prod lightly against where she could reach of him. the maidservant discovered what might be a tightened muscle and started a firm dragging of her jaw against it.

his crimson fur was filled with many scents. as she breathed, her mind painted images of the places he might have gone.