Lion Head Mesa ashes

have a semi-creepy stalking jodai! :D

The usual routine for the stone cold jodai—patrolling, and almost nothing but. Of course, this was aside from his usual protective detail. But at this hour, it didn't seem a necessity for anyone.

Along the marked path of the mesa, the dark, trudging mammoth of a wolf happened upon an interesting sight.

A shape; a form. They pawed, tossed, and rolled within the unusually thick blanket of snow.

From a distance, the jodai sat to watch, surprisingly amused.