Lion Head Mesa chariot

although satsu saw this creature as some kind of mutant baby, or meal, she knew that the coyotes would be more inclined to toy with it than anything.
they were beasts; even the most level-headed of the fellahin was more likely to eat first, ask questions later. no, satsu could not rightfully place this guest among them - although ramesses appeared amused by the idea.
a neb, then. perhaps crowfeather could use some company while he mends. that would keep this thing away from the queen, but also safe from the lesser creatures of the mesa.
forgive me, crowfeather. she thought with a look to her husband, holding back exasperation.
he can be found among the alcoves. my maiden tamar will show you, at which point upon hearing her name, the queen's loyal servant drifted near.
satsu watched them both, and nodded once to dismiss.