Lion Head Mesa aguila

belen would not admit it, but the shock of the day had exhausted her. and the unsurety of the next angered the girl. "i want to lie down," she declared, teeth chattering as winter chill touched her wet body. she was looking too at kasmut, at the way the water had plastered the fellahin's fur against her own figure. "what do you do?" what was the point of this? belen was quiet, waiting for kasmut to speak or to move on.