Lion Head Mesa Let me hear [MD]

the nobleman went up the stone steps with a tripod gait; one paw busy pressing the frontshanks of a pelt to his chest, the rest of it stiffly bending over his hindquarters and tail.

he'd come up in search of the priests, little nala and young senmut, but found only a blast of wind upon poking his head out. merciless mama winter tore the prairie dog pelt out his measly clutch, and sent it flying up in the air.

"m'cloak!" exclaimed the small noble, yapping and hopping in attempt to reclaim it.