Lion Head Mesa tin

tavina was grateful to be sent away from the throne room. it meant her time was hers to do with as she pleased. between the mazoi and the coyotes, it did not seem as though this were a luxury afforded to just anyone. even the queen had her own set of tasks.

this week's task appeared to be ramesses himself. tavina hid a small private smile as she came down the stoneway and searched for @Gucci, playmate, packmate, and entertainment for her sullen patient crowfeather.