Lion Head Mesa I sip on you to wash down the shame

one the man had departed, the air grew stale with the smear of blood upon the earth.
satsu heard her intended speak, turning an ear to his voice. she was staring at the blood and mess strewn about the place and felt the twisting of her stomach.
i will tell jawahir we may expect more guests, she said as she rose, stepping gingerly around the pile of snapped bones and torn skin, to leave pharaoh with it.
to aid ursus now seemed a bold choice.