Lion Head Mesa Power, Is Power.

the blood along the cut edges of the girl's face had been cleared. the tearing along maggie's forehead was clear, sliced down enough in two places to expose the clean welling blood against the bone of her quiet skull.
jawahir did not look up as ramesses spoke, only spared a moment to give a single nod.
however, satsu's frenzied arrival drew the sloe-dark eyes. they observed how the two pressed almost against one another, how the brush of the arrogant woman's fur smeared maggie's blood between them.
jawahir had not forgotten the slight beneath the mesa.
if the soldier is ordered to carry a message, he will do it. offer him something in return. they were pleased that satsu had been humbled by their lover's scorning mouth. they remembered their own conversation with the caldera wolf. let him use their respect in akashingo's favor.
keep the boy here.
wedding feast. jawahir kept their expression carefully restrained.