Lion Head Mesa The journey

Tadihor had wander, her paws tired, sore from all the running. She prayed for safety, to find a place to rest, to lay down her own load. 

She traveled through plans, and the golden grasses suddenly turned to sand. For the first time since her escape, she felt comforted by the familiar desert scene. She stopped to breathe, to look at the horizon, and like a great pyramid, a giant mesa stood out in the middle of the sandy expanse. 

She continued on, on until the mesa got closer, and closer, until she could finally touch her paw to the red rocks. She sniffed the air, then the sand, and with the discovery of scents, she raised a howl, a call in her own tongue. She quickly groomed herself as she sat and waited. 

Tagging leadership. @Toula @Rashepses. Anyone else who wants to join.