Lion Head Mesa felidae

@Rashepses @Senmut @Toula for visibility!

Mmm, no. Thinks too much with his lower head.

Her fellow guard wheezed a chuff out of a half laughing mouth, though the panting was inspired by their continued dehydration rather than anything else.

Quiet in the back! The merchant had enough of their game, apparently, and Mayet twitched an ear to show she’d heard, but not acknowledged, what was said. The heat poured into her paws, burning against her pads as they padded out of the desert and up a series of steppes.

The merchant halted the caravan outside the borders of this new kingdom among the Mesa and the cat rolled her eyes, settling down in the fitful shade of a nearby rock formation as the merchant exchanged heated, fast words with one of the guardsman. Another bust, she was sure. They had nothing at all to trade, even if the kingdom let them stay out of the goodness of their hearts.