Lion Head Mesa seventieth

..of course. she nods, though less assured than before. akashingo, she understands. but its hard to represent a pack that does not exist. represent the future, then? a weight that once did not exist now falls upon her like the thickest of deerskins she buries under during the coldest of nights. it makes her want to crack her back.

thank you. she slips in, a gentle nod before tending to her food. you seem a bit excited, though, for a place you've rarely — if ever — visited.