Lion Head Mesa aluminum

ah, were those the names of the second set of pups, the ones he'd seen running 'round? energetic kids, and he'd convinced himself they were the pharaoh's - after all, they did seem to have some wolf in them.

within the examination room, he padded to a spot where he could comfortably seat himself, tail wrapping around paws, gaze away from tavina, to not make it seem he was over-eager to hear what this matter was about.

an ear swiveled before the head did.

"the saints? yea, ah heard. there'd been some conflict 'tween akashingo n them." he pondered his knowledge. "don't know, much 'sides it, but they seem awful warmongery." after all, what reason would any have to war with the serene mesa?