Lion Head Mesa it's hardly sink or swim when all is well if the ticket sells

Was Safiya battle worn and tested. She could possibly claim so. She had fought for her life in sand and mire. Against wolves older and stronger. And ultimately despite her best efforts she had lost and been maimed. But she had never been afraid. That was the kernel of pride she held onto. Wary, disgusted, angry. Yes. But never afraid.

She watched in silence as the she wolf dug. Manners dictated she should help. But if she were honest. She hurt. And her head was spinning. And it was hard to breathe.

She looked at the skull and back to the woman. But said nothing. Well met Qiao and Kalgir.

The priests and priestesses of Akashingo and Muat Rya had many strange things. A skull to her seemed almost normal. For one raised among the divine. Well.