Lion Head Mesa what a grand and intoxicating innocence

he wouldn't trust the man 's far as he could throw 'im - which were mathematically improbable. still gucci let his disposition lower in intensity to honest neutrality.

was as good a shield from anxiety as any.

"it's been." he took quiet pride in never leaving . "nawt once had this much occur in a season, way ah lived afore."

he lifted his paw to examine the claws.

"nawt that ah worry so severe." a lie. "prepubescent or nah, senmut's a force guidin' our royal. if he steers her a way, she'll go."

traitorous talk. and yet, were he wrong?