Lion Head Mesa the serpent goddess

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Over the week that passed after robbing the witch of her ensorcelled meal, Leshen could not put the flavors or that wolf out of his head.

He spent day after day gathering owl pellets, and because he could not count, he wound up collecting a surplus of nineteen pellets in total. His humbled offering to the spice goddess. Daily, he spirited each regurgitated mass to a small hidey hole in the snow that lay just beyond the border of the flat-topped mountain he had tracked her to; his spot chosen along a lane she seemed to traffic more than others.

He waited by his covered treasures, an hour or so each morning, and he would disappear each time he saw anyone that was not her coming along the well-worn path leading out of the mesa. This day was the same – waiting, watching, hungry for both forgiveness and another hit of her addicting rations.