Lion Head Mesa Time

almost immediately, a girl of a soft gold came bounding out — though she wasn't the sun, warmth radiated from her body. adrenaline shoots through his own, shaking it down to his tail as she came speaking his language.

play! is the only thing he declares as his large stubs for hindlegs make him tall as his upper arms ready to squish the girl where she lays. he had yet to know of any kind of social hierarchy aside from might makes right. as far as he knew, the princess of this red palace was little more than someone new to compete with and conquer.