Lion Head Mesa You've got smoke in your eyes

dancing across the mesa now, in a pleasant mood and thrilled by the morning's events, satsu journeyed beneath the major red arch and then upward, following the inclination of the stone, until she was returned to the heart of the territory.
the sun was harsh by this point; it was not her usual time to be out of doors, and she did greatly desire something to slake her thirst, but nothing could dissuade her from enjoying the daylight while she could.
she saw the shifting of a shadow and paused, watching the shape long enough to recognize crowfeather. he did not look pleased at all; the usual easy-going attitude the boy so often exuded had been somehow mollified.
satsu was not quick enough—already he was dipping towards the caverns, and with a sigh the queen moved to follow. she shot a look over her shoulder in case anyone was watching her, dismissive of them, before ducking to follow.
her steps were light, the rest of her lead-heavy.
crowfeather? she called for him, searching the dark corners.