Lion Head Mesa [m] and every night my mind is running around her

She only slowed a little, one ear flicking in acknowledgement of Kemal's presence at her back. To find a den, Serein answered simply. She didn't look up.

From afar the mesa seemed an impenetrable monolith, but as she swept round the outskirts of it now, Serein spotted places where the mountainside opened. She didn't veer toward any of those wide-mouthed caves, though. Instead she kept moving, crossing the swift southeastern waterway without a moment's pause.

The opening she slipped into was nearly invisible from afar. Just a narrow, dark entrance into the mountainside. But she could smell the wet rock and the deep green scent of moss wafting from within. Serein ducked her head and wiggled through, the stone just barely whispering against her fur on either side. Enough space for even a wolf of Kemal's size to squeeze through, just barely.

The narrow mouth opened a few feet in. The cave was small and quiet, empty except for a few scattered bones of long-dead critters. Water trickled thinly down one stone wall, and even in the darkness it gleamed green with wet moss. Serein turned a few tight circles in the space, then rubbed her shoulder against one of the dry walls, marking it as her own.