Lion Head Mesa rises the moon

One young woman whispered in her ears, words of an offer.

Jakoul could not fathom the concept of food, of anything beyond this moment. It was a terribly unhealthy way of living. Her dry lips pushed together tightly, before they drooped once more.

The princess spoke, commands given in a divine way of kindness.

Her tail offered a sweep across the ground in what could only be assumed as acceptance of it all. Slowly she rolled her head towards the young princess and awaited whatever may come next.