Morningside Cuesta down to a sunless sea

He roamed near the rest of the horde, ever dutiful and obedient, just within reach should they ever need it — yet also far enough that he wasn't in their way. Silently, he mapped the area as he diligently strode through the Cuesta and its borderlands, making note of prey burrows and dens, and of any dangers they should be wary of. The Luk wolves were not the sort to fear most anything, he knew, but he also knew that a rattlesnake bite was fatal to even the most fearsome of beasts and they should be aware regardless.

The sudden howl that rings across the plains catches his attention, and Mengu promptly heads in the direction it came from. It doesn't take long, the slave arriving just after two others — Kuyuk and Isleña. The woman, the cousin of their young leader, is quick to invite the other into a spar; the members of the horde were never still for long. Mengu creeps past with his head and tail low, offering a respectful lick to the underside of Tashkent's chin should she accept it before scuttling away to take his place and listen to what she had to say.