Lion Head Mesa [mp] yonder

The girl flinches, Eset instinctually crouches to match her height. This lake pup was only a few months old, but already she bloomed tall, speaking to the physical power that would soon be her’s. The coywolf’s thin limbs looked rather fragile in comparison.

“A star?” She meets bright golden eyes with a brush of intrigue. “I've never seen one underground before. Can I help you look for it?”

She’d have preferred to march the noble child back to her room lest her mother or sister seek her, but she supposes for now it wouldn’t be so inappropriate to indulge her. She’d recently had her whole life uprooted after all, and she can imagine it's difficult relocating from her home to the desert.