Lion Head Mesa I am all that I need

The mesa-dweller stepped in a lively manner, exclaiming that he had not met a prince. Foxfur nodded, but he was not certain that the dark boy would have introduced himself as much. If he had willingly fled from his home and his role within the clan, it was not likely that he would easily offer this information to strangers. Nevertheless, as they ventured into the mesa and the warrior was able to look at the terrain fully, he found it quite pleasing.

Jawahir offered to call one of the guards to see if they had met the princeling. Foxfur thought on this for a moment before he nodded his head.

Yes, I would be quite appreciative if we could. I’ve been searching for the boy for many months and I would like to know if I am on the right track, at least.

Foxfur smiled tiredly to his host. He had not anticipated that he would be allowed in the clan’s territory. He had never known that kind of hospitality in his life. It struck him as odd but was not an unwelcome gesture. If anything, the warrior felt he owed the Akashingo wolf something in return.