Lion Head Mesa she is lonely most of the time

Jakoul could not have told anyone where most of her time went.

She stirred feverishly during darker times, she fled from the palace occasionally. The woods lingered in her mind and she wondered if she should return. Steep bones in ancient comfort.

"Jakoul!"

A phantom gripped her heart, the woods all over, but this was far too real. She kicked upright with a frenzy and her hind leg ached for it.

A bat out of hell in search of her specter.

There, as real as anything else seemed these days.

She dashed forward to the woman with a symphony of whines. Not minding one bit the droplets of herbal water.