Lion Head Mesa narcissus

makono could only feel those two things.

greed and pride.

they chased one another like fighting foxes, rounding and rounding within her heart and head. he spoke of her alongside the crown prince, but she could not help but think of her own power here.

perhaps she should have felt something softer and warmer, to here of her littermate's distance. to hear of a half-sibling she thought little of. none of those things came to her, though.

back to mereo? for his training?

her voice conveyed she did not hate the thought.