Lion Head Mesa Cross the gold

Last from me. Thank you for your patience! Briar's desert misadventure while short-lived was fun!

Briar's ears twisted as his eyes briefly followed where she pointed. Absentmindedly, a tooth peaked from beneath his lip as his nose wrinkled. A fool, had he been? Perhaps he could verbalize an agreement to that statement... eventually. 

Perhaps it was silly to ask for shelter for such a short time. But he did not know this place or its customs. He was not so dense as to belief that he could waltz right on in without some sort of permission. 

'Away!' She told him. His eyes drifted back to the desert dwellers. The guardian, and the imp creature whom he stuck with through the lowlands. He inhaled sharply through his nose. He shouldn't have been surprised. Much like any thorn he was unwanted.

He lingered a moment longer, steeling himself for more hours in the sun. He then turned and left as was clearly directed for him to do. It was not worth it to stand around and argue to stay.