Lion Head Mesa Tjaw

The prince basked in the warmth of the sun and the feeling of the wind as it carried across the mesa. The weather had shifted. Nights were colder and the sun was often hidden behind a curtain of clouds. The young wolf could feel the change on the air, too. Those winds carried whispers of something like ice. The first change of season that Den would experience. From summer to autumn, the earth would grow cold. 

A sharp-toothed yawn sounded from the boy. He lifted his eyes to follow the path of three dark-winged birds as they cut across the sky.