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]
Sprawled out on the cool rock in the shade, a wide yawn split her muzzle wide open. This was followed by a light shaking of her head. A light afternoon nap would probably be taken so as to make the afternoon hurry by. She was eager to get on with what she’d taken it upon herself to do for her cousin and for Tartok; learn the entire mountain inside and out.
Just as she was getting ready to lower her head to her paws, sound of movement caught her attention, but it was the scent that reached her that brought the woman to her paws, moving forward toward the source. Having watched her Aunt’s children growing up on the mountain, Aguta knew each and every one of them by sight and scent. Not usually one for physical affection, the large woman moved to offer the same sort of greeting that Siku would offer her from time to time; slightly rough bump against the shoulder accompanied by a deep rumbling sound from her chest.
Stepping away from her younger cousin, she gave a slight tilt of her head. She knew that Siku sent them away after they turned a year to find themselves, but she hadn’t expected, at all, to see the dark boy here. Motioning toward the shade where she had been laying, the large woman turned from him and returned to the cool rock to sprawl out. “Home?” she inquired with another slight tilt of her head.