Lion Head Mesa Restless City

A city.

Akashingo.

Lowly, she creeps about through the sands. Her stomach aches, and she offers no complaint. On an empty belly, she was content. Content with the new sounds, the new aromas, the and the strands of fur she passed by. It is all new. She walked away from the many trails, sticking close to the edges of many structures and allowing her eyes to cross over every crack and crevice of them. They are wonderful as she slinks in many shadows, observing. Taking her time.

When she moved forward, it was onto the next structure, onto the next sight, onto the next view of a new clearing and onto the next street. Where the echoing sounds of a hollowed-out space from below her feet touched her ears. In a dipped head, she listened. Examined. What strange things these Akashingoes had. She was learning. She was watching. She was quiet, yet she waited as well as she did explore.

Though, perhaps her scour would not stay alone for a serpents Raven.