Otter Creek i’ve got flowers but there ain’t no grave.

something was happening inside the mesa and something was occurring inside belen too. she struck out from akashingo that day under the guise of hunting. the others did that, so why not her? with a promise to be back before sundown, the girl was excited to be alone for a short while. she kept the mesa within sight so far, skipping down to the creek which had been described to her. it was part of their land, the pharaoh had decided. there were many wolf-scents here and that of prey as well. belen eagerly trailed one or another, until a fresher fragrance marked the end of her solitude. there was a stranger. belen watched them closely, openly, not daring to get close as she only stared.