Lion Head Mesa so I quietly conceal the dark inside of me

The young woman gave a throaty noise, twisting her head to the side to show the tears in her ear.

Not so unscathed, my lady. The bird got one up on me after I killed his master. But we came to say…an agreement. Blue eyes trailed the hawk, fierce and cold, as the kestrel pressed his wings closer to himself.

I am keeping an eye on the wounds, though, washing them everyday. They will be fine.