Lion Head Mesa seventy-eighth

home. she spreads her paws to embrace the desert sand beneath her feet. she is home. and fortunately undisturbed in their travels.

quick to take her belongings to her chamber, racharra wastes little time in extravagancy. she has fellahin carry the seashell-strung fur. she arrives with less and yet, somehow, much more weighing her down as urgency haunts each step she takes.