Ouroboros Spine may the gods strike me down if I forsake you

His father was not here.

Disappointment was not something that touched his face, but it thrived in his eyes. He swallowed down the lump in his throat.

He puffed a small breath.

The mesa, in the flatlands. It is not hard to miss such a place. It towers above the land. He said, folding one leg to touch his chest in a wolfish salute.

Thank you, for the assistance. May your hunts be fruitful. His mind was a thousand miles away. Where was Germanicus? He had not come to the Mesa, he didn’t seem to have come this way at all! His nose wrinkled, just a bit, at the thought.