Lion Head Mesa Cliff

father laughs, which tells ibrahim that they won't be hunting stinky elk butt today. he huffs and grunts, following still after mesen-ka because what else was there to do? but the boy's pouting ceases when his targets are redirected.

yea.. he whispers, narrowing his golden eyes. lazy things, they spent their mornings the way he liked. but if he can't sunbathe, no one can. do we kill 'em?