Lion Head Mesa [m] Sidewinder

When they come to his little cove, he leans himself onto the side of the rock opening. One black stripped foreleg crossing over another, as sunburst eyes narrow and watches her brush past as she moves in. 

The place is decorated. Little trinkets here and there- some bones, rocks with striped veins of color, pelts, feathers and the like. Palm fronds would indeed bring some color into the place, dont you think? He muses aloud, half to himself and to her and then pulls himself from the red rock and towards her. 

He falls limply, landing on a laid out deer skin as he watches her and listens. No. He answered, matter-of-factly. While I do find myself enjoying a good hunt from time to time, as many a man may, I do so favor to be pleased. 

He stretches, tilting his head then and thinks. Who do you believe most fit among us to stand at Toula's side as Pharoah?