Lion Head Mesa spear

my lady,

her eyes turned, fixed upon the volcanic male. their builds similar but he was clearly not wolf. a coyote. tall ears and hawkish eyes. his question nearly lost in her thoughts of him.

if you do not plan to cry, then patrol with me. her voice was not harsh despite the words. the mourning is understandable but...i can only listen so long.

and here he was, not spilling over with emotion, so she hoped he was much the same as her.