Lion Head Mesa gnashing teeth and criminal tongues

She was glad to be home.

Akhtar smiled, resting into a sit before the lilac grey girl.

I am glad you are as well. He let his tail fall behind him with a soft thump of flesh meeting stone. He rustled into the skin he had brought, before bringing the source of water closer to Nazli.

Here, dear. Don’t strain yourself, you’re in a bad way. An understatement, perhaps. He could count every single one of her bones.