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

He gave a half smile, barely even a living thing on his face. Had he knew what the pharaoh thought, even he would have laughed, thrown his head back and let it cackle.

As it was, the smile sloughed off his face like snow from a tree.

Yes. Her eyes flexed over him, and he twitched at the scrutiny, but did not let it show on his face.

My training was…interrupted. He raised a paw to indicate his blinded side.

Mereo knows not I am here. Perhaps they believed him dead. He pretended not to care.

I have been on the shore, recovering, since. But I killed what did it. I am trained in the methods of my father as well. He felt a bit like he was trying to sell his very self to this woman.