Lion Head Mesa felidae

Her eyes glittered hard upon the merchant as she stepped forward, enduring the inspection with a clenched jaw and squared shoulders. Glittering like jewels, or maybe broken glass, before she tore them away to stare at the consort in front of her.

Her life was a series of “guess this would be better than this” so she grunted first, enduring inspection beneath the swelter of sun before her hard gaze twisted back to the merchant.

Yes.

Sure, why not. Better than flaying this fucking idiot open, or dying in the desert somewhere because he can’t tell his ass from a hole in the ground, or that we’ve been circling the same damn cactus for two days in a row.