Lion Head Mesa [MP] Hidden within

The days pass. The weeks. After war, the victorious flourished. The lands buzzed with life. 

Naberius enjoyed the luxury of royalty. He drank from pools of water soaked with berries. He sang (howled) to the open skies. He cast flirtatious eyes to many and listened to any gossip given. 

Mostly, he was care-free and happy here, once again. His restlessness quenched by the arrival of so many to entertain him. He watched the warriors spar with much interest. Watched the scouts and hunters on their trails and the healers pick at herbs. 

Today, he extended his watchful eyes beyond the red rock walls of the mesa and into the open plains. He followed the winds and then, he followed the vibrance of a bright yellow butterfly, playfully snapping his teeth at it when it got too close. It took him to the river and he leaned down for a drink. Within the shallow edges, an even brighter vibrance caught his attention- a large emerald, mostly polished over from its journey through the river rocks.