Lion Head Mesa Mountain

Mesen-ka's voice interupts the girl as she is stripping the bark off a stick. Teeth pinching and shredding and sharpening. Flecks of a wood litter the stone floor beneath her. The half-ogre looks upwards at her father. Little tail wagging.

Coming, baba.

Rising to gangly legs and wide paws, the girl pauses. She leans down to bring her chosen toy with her. Swiping away the debris with paw before weaving circles around her father's legs.