Lion Head Mesa cartouche

she gave him a pointed look, not pleased with being told what to do, but it was not serious. a shine in her eye, nothing more.
as satsu slunk around his sprawled figure, he came to his feet and drew up alongside her. it was odd to have him follow; it was not like with kynareth, with his wandering eyes which made her burn with uncertainty.
she tried not to think about it at any rate.

across the expanse of red rock, to where the stones became a rudimentary staircase. she peered over the edge and felt a sway to her knees as vertigo swept up her spine, and hurried back a step - then up again, along another angle of the rocks.
there were nooks and crannies pitting the mesa, most importantly beneath a series of archways, with one wide enough for her to wedge her head and then shoulders inside.
the air inside was humid. as she withdrew, satsu sighed.
perhaps there is another way in.