Lion Head Mesa with our hearts and with our hands

She came to the woman’s side with an ease about her, plopping her little tush into the seat motioned. Green eyes peered up at the much taller long legged, before the little greyhound looked forward with a pursed lip.

Oh, I believe so. The knowledge was one of the few things to remain intact from her past. Her eyes lifted again.

Are others to have children too? How much would she need? How much would she be required to find?