Lion Head Mesa [mp]The Night Spins

Savior? A 'hmmmm' passes his lips and he chuckles at the thought. 

She fell down then into a lazy lay on the cool red rock of the mesa floor and quickly begins to drink and then so pants for air when she had drank too much too quickly. Easy there, little crow... He purrs. 

Naberius remains to stand at her side, head lifted high and his tail rigid behind him as his eyes scan the area. He barks out to any who might come, to give rest to this woman for the night. He did not think she wished to lay with a strange man in his quarters, especially so in her weakened state. Lord or not.