Lion Head Mesa Til the break o' dawn

@Legend @Fallen Sun

A return to the desert was made not in solitude but with a flock this go around; the raven and the rabbit, but not a Nazli. In fact, there would come to be no Nazli at the lake, and during the trek when hot air singes his lungs he wonders how the Queen and Red Prince will take news of her disappearance. Especially now, on the cusp of war.

Sun-eyes find the back of his raven’s neck, old tears mended by pink skin. With his muzzle he directs her attention to the blood mesa sitting on the horizon.

“Akashingo,” he introduces to them both.

As they draw to the base of the upland he stills, settling his steps into the loam and casts a high call for @Tuna , @Toula or @Senmut.