Lion Head Mesa kadat ∢ nesikh

the speaker and the tiger woman.

they were interested in themselves, then in him, and when he heard the name drusk spoken he gave a huff, put off his appetite even for the bone he had been coveting.

as he let's this fall from his grasp, he lays his head down in the dirt and sits there, feigning disinterest.

drusk drivat.  raesh-evethiz vazyol, drivat.

he was too tired to translate or to say more. these guttural sounds murmured from him as he lay like a beached crocodile in the dirt.