Lion Head Mesa [m] forever in debt to your priceless advice

The woman was wild, in the presence of her spirit to her dark eyes. Word raced quick through Akashingo’s spiderweb of gossip, and he quickly put a face on the word of a wild woman from the lake having come to Akashingo’s doors.

She doesn’t know what he is, but Akhtar was quite chuffed by that. He knew exactly how odd he was to see in this place, on his own with no long-limbed creature to accompany him.

Something like that. He hummed gently, allowing the woman her inspection of him.

I am a dog. I am to you as you are to a coyote. Different, but the same in some ways.