Lion Head Mesa you gotta be

o helo

He was not large, but he was handsome. Diantha would take one out of two. The phrase "holy men" reminded her of the odd-looking wolf who had talked of god with a capital G. He had said this God would bring her food, but he had done nothing of the sort. Diantha wondered now if he had hoped to keep her around until she was fertile. If the world had taught her anything, it was that most men were after just that.

I am to come of age this year, Diantha replied, and it is my wish that I not be alone when that happens. There was truth in that statement, a rarity for the girl. She wanted a semblance of foundation when the time came. Diantha yearned for control, and she knew she would likely be without it if she were on her own.