Lion Head Mesa I am all that I need

Sorry this sat for so long!

the creature calling sounded less like a coyote and more like a wolf, yet it looked like a fox from the high vantage point that jawahir stared from, and when they snaked down among the stones to where they waited, they saw it was none of those things at all: a wolf most certainly, marked by the sun and with warm frost across his body.

a pleasure to look at, jawahir thought.

you have a lovely voice,

there was no trepidation within the fellahin as they closed the distance and then moved beyond that, to snake much closer than what might've been safe. whatever had made jawahir wary of outsiders in the past had slipped from them during their service here, and so they were bold and warm and inviting.

a lovely face, too. akashingo welcomes you.
why do you call?