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

She let out a breath, but she wasn't quite soothed by his explanation. What was it that went on within the borders that required such secrecy? What enemies did they have? Serein let her gaze linger on Kemal only a moment longer.

Then she turned back to inspecting the den, muzzle tilting up as she looked toward its uneven stone ceiling. It was dry above, no moss in the cracks. Yes, I like this one, she decided quietly. I don't like to speak with strangers anyway.

Serein circled again, this time brushing against Kemal's flank as she moved. She stomped a little, her small paws thudding against the hard dirt. Dry for a long time, she noted by the sound. Except here. She moved a paw to press into the softer, darker earth by the mossy wall.