Want what you can't have.

Prior to the arrival of Velox to their mountains, Dawa had been doubting herself. It wasn't a palpable feeling. Nothing like the sharp pain that accompanied every motion that she made. But it was there, dull, at the base of her skull and deep within her mind. A doubt that festered and grew with each passing day. It was a new feeling and one that Dawa had not been completely aware of; yet now, having been changed by her time in the protected vale, Dawa could sense it. Explaining an emotion to someone who lacked the mental capacity for it was always going to be difficult - perhaps that was why she sought out Tenzin now. With her body wandering out of the makeshift den that had been created for the injured Velox (leaving her to sleep the afternoon away, after a healthy dose of drowsy herbs), Dawa sought out the scent of her best friend. Her steps were more fluid than before, but only barely. Her nose helped to direct her while sweeping little steps helped to gauge the condition of the terrain. When she was passing beneath a grove of pines, Dawa's nose was overcome with the scent of them. She slowed her pace to a weak crawl, then stopped. With a small whine forming in her throat, the woman lifted her head and bayed out - the screeching creature sound that the hybrid was known for - and called for the monk. There were things she wished to discuss with him.