The Heartwood thunderstruck

Sovereign watched the older female as she seemed to relax if only slightly. 
Then the bold movement forward. 

The pale teenager watched with a strong zing of jealousy as Zharille approached where Sovereign didn't see Ensio lurking.
The Fallen One resisted the urge to growl and flag herself taller, but the silent displeasure would be keen to a trained eye. Perhaps even an untrained one where Sov didn't yet possess the discipline and tact her mother had.

Regardless, the girl watched, still curious about the scent wafting so strongly from the brown woman. 
But she didn't yet try to get closer. 

Instead her gaze would turn into the trees to briefly try and find the form belonging to the other scent that was close.
But it quickly flitted back to Ensio before she could ever see Khaba.