Lion Head Mesa felidae

The black silken coat of the man approaching caught her eye for a single second, before Mayet was no longer paying attention. Her maw opened around a lazy yawn in the heat of midday.

I have a contract, for a powerful guardswoman. I’d like to sell it to you, for the goods to return home.

Now she brought her head around again, so fast the vertebrae in her neck popped with the movement. Her heartbeat rabbited in her chest, every breath a heave. You treacherous snake!, the words bubbled, but none came. She stared, incredulous, at the merchant who waved her way.

She’s crass but she’s an excellent fighter. I’ve witnessed it myself. She’s well worth the price.

Her teeth ground together, and it was only the fellows around her who suddenly looked ready to leap at her that stilled her path after the merchant.