Lion Head Mesa How I’m gettin on

late to arrive, satsu hastens as she draws towards the gathered bodies. it is hard not to see kynareth towering above the others; and as a result she feels all the smaller.
welcome, kyn-dono. satsu murmurs with a bow.
she does not want to appear small alongside the coyote, and so takes up a position beside pharaoh, where she proudly stands. her emulation of confidence is shaky at best, and the chill of her gaze unintentionally adds a harsh quality to her face.