Sky Mesa You can be Amazing

he waits, tense as a bow-string's line. safiya's face peers over the rise of stone -- a carnelian flower among dusty rubble.

is she mad? is she happy to see him? he holds his breath as he studies the expression of her face, the warm fluidity of her stride. her tail is loose and moving as she comes close.

soto remains rooted, his own tail at his hocks. his breath quivers as he holds still as the stones that surround him, only the flickering light of his gaze communicating his relief to be well-received.