Lion Head Mesa [mp] yonder

The eager cub draws a smile as her little golden eyes reflect bursts of colorful light. The woman shakes her head apologetically, “I’m afraid we cannot carry anymore, my Nebet. How about we leave the rest for someone else to discover? We need to get back to your mother and sister, I’m sure they have been looking for you.”

It is a suggestion she’s not sure the lady will agree to, but ushers her forward with a paw before gathering what she can of the lapis gems. If the lake cub was clever she could always come back and sneak more of the gems, when Eset would be, willfully, none-the-wiser.