Lion Head Mesa Sacrificial chamber

Someone came to greet her - a woman, older than she was but not much bigger, dressed in white with a gaze of icy blue. She looked like Reiko, with none of her kindness. Even the smile she offered the petite queen felt off, it was the same one her mother had offered her so many moons ago. No emotion, no fondness - the silent want for her to begone.

She didn't trust the situation, even before the child came running, pleading for her help. Her brows raised, then her gaze turned to the woman in suspicion. Hurt him? But who would do that? Was the boy exaggerating... but he seemed so distressed. This was no game for him, and he had been the one she'd heard yelling, she was pretty sure.

She lowered her muzzle to address him, her features soft and kind. Shh - it's okay. I'm here to help — Is she your family, or do you know where they are? She asked quickly, but if she was making enough haste for the situation could be left up for debate. She knew children lied, but seeing as she had not felt completely comfortable with the woman either, she was bound to believe something bad was going on here.