Lion Head Mesa black pearl

The coyote was not disappointed.

He was a priest, not the Pharaoh they had been sent for. At his question, they would nod, acutely aware of the snow dusting the tops of their sleek black shoulders.

Yes. The gold-mint eyes watched from the shade of dark eyelashes.

I am Bahiti. They slowly moved into the scented borders, black tail swirling behind them.

And I was made to serve.