Lion Head Mesa Let me hear [MD]

Reyson found himself atop the steppes again. Sun kissed fur dancing through the draped shadows of the early dawn. He preferred this time, when all was silent. The only creatures moving in Akashingo were the Fallahain as they traveled to and for in the pack lands, doing the duties they were tasked.

It was what he preferred. Doing a duty, away from others, away from noise. So he stood with nose pointed upward as the sun rose. Bathing the mesa in it's bright colors of pink and white and purple. They danced along the grasslands and the ripples below, shining bright on the frosty ground, that crunched under paw.

Breath drew out in a smoky haze, and blue eyes watered at the slight cold, but he enjoyed it none the less.