Lion Head Mesa chardonnay or bordeaux

Reyson was leaving the steppes. His body tired, and his mind exhausted. How long had he been here? Too long truthfully and he still had so much more to go. It was not the constant patrols that he minded, or the spars. It was the constant guesswork. The feeling of being on edge all the time. He trusted no one here. They were snakes in teh grass, and the pharoh had proven that his first day upon meeting him.

Perhaps it was cruel of the scarred soldier to think in such a way, but he couldn't help it. Not really. He would be glad when this was over. And he could see Meadow again. he had wanted to visit her, but the Pharoh kept him busy on patrol.

As he was descending he was thrown for surprise by the small waif standing at the edge of the property and his blue eyes lightened at the same time, that his chest tightened. A second wind came upon him and he pushed himself forward.

Meadow? A small smile lit up his face as he drew closer, and though his heart thundered in fear and trepidation. He couldn't help but draw nearer and press his muzzle to her ruff and give a chuff of greeting.