BURN
BRIGHT
BRIGHT
“Crimson, isn’t it?” the lioness drawled as she stepped off the beaten path closer to the houses. She vaguely remembered the cat—and someone else? His father?--joining. But with all the insanity of conquering territory and dealing with the wounded, they’d slipped from her mind.
She glanced up at the clouds and quirked up a brow. “See any interesting shapes up there?”
She glanced up at the clouds and quirked up a brow. “See any interesting shapes up there?”
© MADI