Kintla Flatlands we can't compete with the squirrels

Wanlida is close by. She lets the girl have her freedom, not wanting to be imposing and cage her in. A growing girl needs to be allowed to wander, to test her boundaries but that does not mean that Eske can not be worried for her and keep an eye upon her. It’s a …motherly instinct ( Eske would have choked on the word should she have spoken it aloud ). Now there was not something that she’d ever anticipated for herself. Being maternal. Not that, mind, the warrior princess intends to become anything of the sort to her Second; but she does want to ensure she is looked after and well fed and cared for. She made a promise, after all, and she is a woman of her word. So when she notes a male approach the young goufa and address her Second, speaking that he hadn’t gotten her name the first time Eske makes her presence known without preamble, the hairs along her nape bristling as her lips curls back and she bears her teeth assuming that this is the man that Étoille informed her of.

Perhaps he is a decent guy but the fact that this is the second time that he’s stumbled across her second does not sit well at all with the Wanlida ( who mistrusts almost everyone that is stranger to her ). “That is none of your business, splita.” As it stood, Eske herself did not yet know the girl’s name and that was ok. It wasn’t anything that the Drakru woman would push upon the girl. She would come out of her shell at her own pace …or perhaps she never would. It was up to her and she didn’t need creepy strangers pressing issue. Eske strides up to the girl’s side and offers her an affectionate nudge against her muzzle. Her body language is clear: the girl was with her and she would die to protect her like a mother bear with her cub. “What do you want?” Eske demands tail lashing against her haunches.