Sky Mesa daylight stars

He was sensed just out of sight where a holder of rock formed a cool surface but she would not shift to see him.

“There is good reason to respect them,” he ghosted with levity in his voice. It would be in her own favor to skirt Akashingo, though he made no elaboration because now the opposite had him pleased. He watched her in the sun where the light was blunt much like her tongue on the tips of his pointed ears.

“How does desert life suit, coyote?” He drew with a leisured ask.