Lion Head Mesa ashes

tamar ventured outside akashingo's heavy walls at dusk.

she was not alone here. the wolves and the others came and went. there was an encampment of strangers on their borders. talk of war hung in the air in whatever room her ears might be. she wished to escape it.

now tamar stood and gazed at the round moon beaming down upon the flatlands.

in another world, her mother looked at the same moon and prayed for the return of her daughter.