Lion Head Mesa peach pit

a bad idea. she's quick to lift away from the edge as his canines threaten to snap at her. she bares her own, just momentarily as a warning.

one yelp from me and you're dead, fool. a snarl drips from her lips, and she tilts away from the ledge. crossing one hand over the other, she squints down at him. still by the edge, but still above him. it's on instinct that her tail raises high as he coughs on the red dust.

what is your name? a simple question for a simple man, racharra observes the beast scrambling beneath her with curiosity and disgust all the same.