Lion Head Mesa Shake like the bough of a willow tree.

a man. a woman. the former looked ready to collapse. the second was silent.

red dirt puffed out from beneath her paws as she rushed to his aid. "bring water!" she barked to the woman, motioning down to the serpent lake where she had left her oak leaves and soaked moss.

"don't faint," she joked, pressing her shoulder against the larger male. "this is akashingo. you can get out of the sun and rest here." tavina began to steer him toward the lake.