Lion Head Mesa ساخط khasara

Jawahir positioned their body in front of him, something he thought maybe a little unnecessary, but he appreciated the gesture all the same. He stayed at their hip, leaning against them in support until they learned the intentions of this new half-breed. Sayf had heard talk pertaining to Crowfeather, had seen him attend to the ailing woman within the cave where his companion lingered. It seemed this new man was looking for the medic. 

Jawahir told him where he could find Crowfeather, but that didn't seem to satisfy the curious coywolf. His questions were then turned on Sayf, and he stepped forward, shoulder to shoulder with Jawahir. I'm Sayf, he offered easily enough. And when the newcomer began to make his way towards the den of the sick woman, Sayf trotted forward to block his path. He wasn't sure of the whole story here, but he knew she was important to Jawahir.

Sayf smiled at the man. I can assure you we are far more interesting than whatever rests within that den, he offered, Come get to know us. His last words were given with a dip of his head and a playful curve to his lips.