Lion Head Mesa bobcat

night had fallen and the air of the mesa was cold. freezing, even.

still she remained on the fringes of the land. her land. gaze fixed upon the meadow that she had intended to prepare for neb gucci.

she thought of how well nazli would hunt such land. what a hunter her lilac had become in mereo.

pain, sharp, under her ribs.

she sent a fellahin off to fetch @Khaba.