at the edge of the ancient tank. He guards the waterline. Bellows and roars from the jungle behind me. I know when to retreat, where to go to cool off with a Lion Stout. I have my own bush trails to stamp before the sun gilds the trees.
at the edge of the ancient tank. He guards the waterline. Bellows and roars from the jungle behind me. I know when to retreat, where to go to cool off with a Lion Stout. I have my own bush trails to stamp before the sun gilds the trees.