Lion Head Mesa dyestain

tamar's mind created pictures as arsenio spoke.

she felt as though she could picture the den over the sea, the steep cliff below.

she leaned against him, seeking his strength and giving her own.

arsenio spoke of a darker place with darker wolves. thieves. the forest pictured in her mind filled with grey mists. it was not a place where he would glow as he did now.

gold. blue. riches. he was a man who belonged to a greater force that tamar could comprehend. she was silent in wonder. "what was it there that brought you peace?"