Lion Head Mesa [m] scorched earth

her hackles prickled, but not with any ounce of true anger. merely ignited under his heavy presence. how could she turn him away?

she couldn't — nor did she care to.

then stay, a near command as it rumbled up through her throat. eyes fixed upon his face. unless you fear the ire of a queen, or the words of watchers. her features split with a mischievous grin, awaiting his response.