Greatwater Lake chamaco

"do you see that mesa?" belen said, gesturing toward the great red palace which rose above the plains. "that is akashingo." her lashed eyes turned back to the lovely woman. she was curious as to whether the other was a loner or a pack wolf. but at this closeness she did not scent others. "i am hunting for our prince. his leg is injured and he must rest a lot. so i am finding things that might amuse him." belen grinned. "but as you can see, i am not so skilled at it."