Nimbus Summit tiburon

pulling her here!

Calida.
Atautsikut.
There had been enough posturing and warning from the woman to give Sanja a strong impression. The words meant little, but she knew they were names by the way they were used, and that the red-furred woman was some kind of warrior for this place.
For a moment Sanja is thoughtful. She lifts her head with utmost care - the rest of her small and tucked in all the right places, - and after stealing a glance over Calida's head to the surrounding woodland (which tapered up the rise) she dropped it again, and snaked back a few more steps.
This was a home. It was guarded. Sanja was not welcome.
Her tongue flicks nervously over her lips as she's withdrawing, and she mumbles, Sanja bless.
It was better to get out of here before any further miscommunication.