Lion Head Mesa asilifelis

At the very, very least, it was nicer here than on the road. Mayet contented her time with drink once again, happy to return to that groove of her life.

Even now, with the day sore on her paws and her body leaned against the stone wall of her quarters, she chewed idly at a fermented fruit. Her eyelashes were dipped low, her posture relaxed.

Yeah, this was much better than that damn merchant and his caravan. She hoped the desert chewed them up and spit them right back out.