Lion Head Mesa and the rights that they abused

An unfamiliar voice was cleared at his doorway. Crowfeather thought that the Pharaoh’s friend Maegi must have grown impatient with him. Truthfully, he had not wanted to seek her out just yet. The dark wolf’s mind was still festering on ways to escape the mesa.

Rounding the corner, the seer caught glimpse of an older woman. Her coat was dark and russet in color, but she looked as though she fit Ramesses tastes. There was a sharpness to her gaze that made him shift uncomfortably.

Hello, the dark figure croaked. Did you- Do you need my assistance?