Lion Head Mesa Trust me with that heart of yours

*awkward crickets as he menacingly stares her down* LOL 

The air of the mesa had shifted.

A new scent wafted through the palace halls. The jodai was keen to notice it.

They (@Anaelle) were seen quite plainly as the beast of a man twisted and turned through the corridors, checking for disruption near the chambers and throne room.

The sight of them wasn't pleasant, nor was the faint welcoming of Akashingo upon their pelt.

In a long stride, the dark furred wolf moved to block their way. His heavy gaze bore down upon them; a silent dare to cause an itch beneath his skin.