Lion Head Mesa cling to his chest, home to his heart full of pride

@Makono

Akashingo.

He knew little of the place, save a vague idea of its location, and knowing they were allies. Last he knew it, they sent soldiers here. 

The black serpent, asp in the grass, hawk flying above, Aquillius watched the Mesa, knowing little of what went on in its halls. The wind tugged at his fur, moved the grasses that caressed his chest. His single eye focused on the red curl of the distant sands.

The Romanson began walking, imperator boy becoming inquisitor, striding towards a place he had no business being. He should go home.

But home came with emotions he did not want to parse through. So here he was.

He only stopped when his paws hit a scent barrier, and there he would stand, waffling from side to side, back and forth, chewing on his lip as he ran it over and over in his mind.

It seemed a good idea. So he tipped his head back, and howled.