Lion Head Mesa Cliff

The father nods with a brief grunt. Their steps begin to slow. The lizards are stupid things with slower brains, but with lighting feet.
Ibrahim chooses to quiet now. He has naturally good timing. Then, he'll quiet too! "As many as you can catch, they are yours to do with as you please, my son," Mesen-ka mutters and drops low. He knows they will vanish, but if Ibrahim can catch one before they dart, it is just as good and a skill in itself!

The scaly fiends might as well be glistening with their plump fat.. Blinking with their freakish lids as if flirting with the belly..