Lion Head Mesa In the shifting sea of starlings

Jakoul had never been a rather maternal wolf.

But she had cared for other children before. She had helped Maegi with her brood before in the Woods, tending to the princess felt no different.

When their dancing came to a cease and they looked upon one another, the mazoi moved to nudge the girl's shoulder. To herd her towards a nearby spot that hosted decorated fellahin and a serving of fancy offerings.