flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]
Since the decision had basically been made as to where they, Tartok, were going to hopefully laying claim had been decided, Aguta found herself sticking around the mountain more often than not. She took it upon herself to explore it, to patrol it, to guard the mountain that was to hopefully become their home in this land. She wanted to make sure that she knew every nook and cranny of their possible new home.
Although it did still feel a little weird, okay a whole lot weird, to not be following her Aunt any longer, she knew that Siku had had good reason for sending her away with Siku’s only living daughter. Aguta would do whatever it took to show her cousin as much loyalty and devotion as she would always show toward Siku. She was not one who strove for leadership, though she no longer accepted being at the bottom of the totem pole. Those days for her were long gone.
Having spent a good part of the morning traipsing around the mountain, exploring and learning her way around the mountain, the large female found a cool rock to flop upon half way down the mountain that was shaded from the sun above. She would rest, for now, in the shade, and save up her energy for further use after the warmest part of the day had passed them by.