Lion Head Mesa arrow

He had not meant her crown. Great things could be many things. It didn't have to elude to her crown and her majesty reign.

There were a few wolves. One black as night, with wide brown eyes. He could blend in with anything and anyone. He was the best spy I ever had, and a formidable fighter. He was also saucy and wicked with his tongue. I often laughed with him. There was a female who rivaled my height, who was so wild when she fought it was as if a frenzy of beasts were there for her. There was a healer. Who danced in shades of the sun and knew more plants and healing properties that seemed possible. We were all wild when they found us, or when in the females way she was born. Feral, beastly.

Honorable. He missed them, but they were all gone now.