Lion Head Mesa tungsten

She stayed to shadows, trailing and weaving.

Cooled by the stone's at night before she was set ablaze every morning. Today they visited water and still she found herself...sheepish. Uncertain if she trusted the source even as the swarth man dipped into the depths. Still she looked upon the man with a heavy gaze.

Could it be?

Jakoul, She crooned lowly, slinking around the water in a circle before testing it with her toes.