Lion Head Mesa Peína

He held the posture of someone she knew well. It brought a bucket of ice water to her mirth, and sharpened her smile from friendly to calculating.

He was the very thing she fought against so long ago. 

No matter. She held the high ground.

I’m glad to see she has a guard. We are friends, and to have anything happen to her would not be well for Akashingo. He was not hers to command, but he only had one thing tying him here. Perhaps arrogance, or pride, or a misplaced crush. Nephele did not care. All her eyes were on was her job, the pack, and the war bearing pearly teeth coming their way.