Lion Head Mesa all caps

his ears were attentive; his eyes glossy. 

it'd look like tiredness. truly, it was his mind wondering what have the old done to deserve such vicious young?

but he was attentive, all the same. in this room, now, and beyond it.

there was reason sleep rarely came to him.

this lake... 'tis th' one goin' north? th' crik feeds it, good berry meadows 'round it. the man who'd never been a night away from the mesa, recalled what he knew.

crow 'n' raven woods, 'tween there and us.

thump. his eyes briefly squeezed shut.

too near. what is known o' its people?