Lion Head Mesa Anhur

Chosen by the diamond of the sand herself to be a personal escort through the mesa? Kai offered a charming smile in return and felt the honor rush to his head, no doubt making it ten times larger. Kasmut was obviously striking to look at, he wouldn't deny it. And the way she spoke to him. Her carefully placed suggestions as his inferior which were commands in a sultry disguise. Like he could say no to the lady? His curiosity wouldn't allow it. 

"You've come to the right man." The large wolf praised the delicate flower, closing the space between them until he was sure she could feel his heavy breath. "Follow me and stay close." The warning was legitimate but also just an excuse for her to brush alongside him. 

As a tour guide, Kai was extremely unorganized and yet entertaining. He would show the fair woman far off sights and then immediately draw her attention to another view before really allowing her to take it in. A small insight to the way his chaotic thought process worked. "And over here," The soldier puffed his chest slightly with pride as he was almost sure he was the only one who knew of this spot in the flatlands. "This is one of my favorites." The mazoi slowed his pace so that the flower could catch up in time to see. A few lengths below the ledge they stood on, was another ledge that jutted out even farther with soft grass, uncharacteristic compared to the surrounding rock. This particular ledge was placed just above one of the lush lined rivers of the mesa. 

"Would you like me to help you down?"