Lion Head Mesa controversial

After endless, defeated wanderings the prince found himself on familiar ground. The sharp incline of the mountain rose ahead of him, this time basked in a layer of snow, making the prospect of traversing the slope more treacherous than it had been during the summer months. 

Climbing the mountain wasn’t his first problem, however. He could not step foot into the territory anyway , not without permission. Thus his first problem was seeking an invitation, and if he were lucky, a home would be blessed upon him too. 

It wasn’t just the mesa that had changed in the past months. Sapair was different, too. He had come alone this time, his priests having succumbed to illness. They were weak. He didn’t need them slowing him down. The black wolfdog had taken ill, too, and though he had survived, he now lacked his usual handsome , robust demeanor. these days his face was gaunt and his bones jutted harshly beneath his pelt. His eyes, though, still held light and vitality, shimmering with the creature’s stubborn insistence to survive. 

He tossed his muzzle upward and emitted a long howl to the evening. Then he sat on his haunches to wait.