Lion Head Mesa 家 okaerinasai

germanicus had said little upon their journey.

he felt crowfeather's eyes upon him from time to time, and was swift to offer the boy a reassuring smile when it came. otherwise he spoke only when addressed.

the mesa too was not where he would have suspected a pack would make its home. the trees were dry and tangled. the mesa itself was a forbidding, visible mountain of red stone.

germanicus wondered what else satsu might be keeping behind her graceful eyes.