Lion Head Mesa you saw me spinning from the corner of your eye

since her time with the pharaoh and the queen, no one had seen fit to chain belen quite so tight these days. she had danced from the prince to the priest. and now the frigid outdoors stole her breath. the chill raked cold fingers though her winterpelt. belen dared to leave the greathewn steps and move out into the naked red land. she was alone — but only for a moment. movement attracted her eye. after a second of indecision she moved forward. it was a wolf, and she was crying out. belen moved to help. "calm, now. you are in akashingo. what has happened?" the fellahin pressed herself against the other wolf, tongue swiping the harsh wounds.