Lion Head Mesa dust

the wolves of ursus had their own scent.

it rose sharp and feral as tamar slunk in the direction of their encampment on the borders. the fearsome man with a single eye was there, followed by the others.

"i search for @Slate," she said breathlessly, searching among the details of the plain for who she wanted. "queen satsu has asked that you treat an injured wolf. in the palace," she added, a blink shuttering her lashes.