Lion Head Mesa a-weema-weh

and so she's come to live with the lion, a situation she's much more contented with than being alone, and before that, skulking around the nightwalker's territory. this place is in startk contrast to any she's seen before, wide-open and sunlit, dotted with small copses and little lakes she thinks might have been bigger, once. 

the morning is laced with a chill that whispers of rain to come. she is made restless by it, and so the pup deigns to examine more closely the stack of rock and boulders that had interested her yesterday. scrabbling atop the pile, she presses her snout into a cavity between two rough-hewn stone, scenting something musty, old, along with fresher scents of damp and life. 

@Virtute