Lion Head Mesa charcoal

ambitious.
feral.
treva lay in repose as though she had done this before. perhaps she had; perhaps his bodily praise of her in her natural form among the trees had prepared her for that. "mazoi are guards. wolves with a trade. they are hunters. they are skilled."
he wanted a concubine. it was high time he had one.
softly tucking that away for now.
"you would lead excursions and have a voice in my court as one of tactics. in more regards than one."