Lion Head Mesa Harry Potter style.

With the queen spending her time at the Pharaoh’s side, Arsenio was freed to patrol the edges of the mesa. Those few moments of freedom were coveted, precious things. As he set his sights for the mesa’s edge, his legs moved into a swift trot and then a run that stretched his frame and quickened his heartbeat.

When the redstone guard had arrived at the edge of the mesa, he breathed plumes into the air. The cold touch of it did not bother him, not when he moved swiftly and felt his body create heat for him. Arsenio watched a spot in the distance with a shrewd eye and began his prowl around the edge of the border. Every so often, he would pause to mark the terrain where it was weakest and then continue his course.

The wolf’s mind was full of the most recent happenings at Akashingo. Arsenio might have missed the woman who gazed in on their land if the orange highlights of her pelt had not drawn his eye. The Greek drew his head up and barked a greeting to her, approaching at a trot.