Lion Head Mesa I look up at the gaps of sunlight

He felt the glare, but chose to ignore it rather than dignify it with a response. Sooner or later Kemal would have to stop treating him like some clueless yearling. Panacea stopped to mark along the outskirts of the mesa as he trailed after the Águila.

Might as well stick around, he thought, but cast another glance at Kemal and decided to keep the thought to himself. Surely the leader would see the wisdom in it soon enough. Aloud he said: I wonder if they'll come back. He lowered his nose to take in the faded scents around a set of old mussed pawprints in the dirt.