Lion Head Mesa govind bolo hari, gopal bolo

apparently, aditya replied, giving a shrug of his shoulders, which grew more bony by the day. his eyes, though, held the same humor as they always had, glimmering toward the enigmatic priest as he grew nearer.

is this your home, pharaoh? he continued, gesturing with his muzzle over the whole of the mesa.

he'd done well for himself, if so. the smell of pharaoh was pungent, inseparable from this pack. he was clearly, by scent and by stature, a leader here.

aditya was pleased to see it.