Lion Head Mesa i'll be a regular guy for you, i never said i'd do that

the priestess stood at the great red gates, admiring the grandeur imposed upon the valley.

around her neck, new trinkets woven into brier. she had found two of the tokens; the third lingered somewhere here.

she thought of ramesses, of arsenio. how strange it was for her to meet two wolves of this clade on the road -- two wolves so distinctly different and yet, that pull. the same pull which wove whispers together and braided the fate of thousands of lives.

it was not in her nature to announce her presence. she knew this road to be frequented -- she would be seen soon enough.