Lion Head Mesa Oh my heart, it's a rock in the gutter.

All at once Nazli was set upon by a figure!
They would have known the scent of their mother anywhere, even if she had been taken from Jawahir at a very tender age; it was perhaps the first time since then that Nazli was in their company, and it was stunning.
The meshkhenet was frantic; Nazli's own coat puffed out, her tail stood tall and then carried an erratic twitch as she tried to calm herself, but couldn't. Jawahir had a bundle of something! It must have been from Tavina.
Oh, oh, yes, of course—! To the barracks? She had learned a little of the territory layout with Tavina as her tutor, but int he heat of the moment all fact flew out of her head. Nazli gathered the bundle to herself and once lifted, looked every direction, spinning.
She turned confused eyes upon Jawahir and then moved out, wanting only to be useful, and not recognizing the trick that was being pulled.