Lion Head Mesa The harder you pull, the tighter the rope.

The first thing she saw when her eyes opened was darkness. The next thing, as the light thinly caught upon the stone of the catacombs, was the shape of @Zakariya where he lay. Even as she gazed upon her brother, Nazli did not know it. The light refused to stay in focus; she sought him with her muzzle swiftly after, probing at him the way she might their mother, and grasped for the warmth of his body - because Jawahir was not with them, and she was hungry.