Lion Head Mesa As promised

Toula lit up from within at the request, as though she had swallowed the rays of light Ra offered each dawn! sure it was alright, Toula did draw nearer to Ash Paw and rest her head gently upon the rotund side of her tutor. nothing, and then—
oh! I feel—is this them?! Toula delighted, doing her utmost to keep her voice low as to not break any sound barrier with her enthusiasm. this was life! this was the power of Iset! Toula was awed, and reverent, and thanked the Goddesses for this moment, this blessing. prayed that They would always look after ash paw and her young, too!
she had meant to ask about the unique herb ash paw had brought, but had entirely forgotten in lieu of the brilliance the woman had shared. may I... sing a hymn for them? she asked, wondering how they might like such a thing! would they hear her? could they understand? she thought she felt them dancing as she spoke, and she giggled softly.
Riverclan. Toula did not yet know it, and nodded her head in understanding. not all strangers were permitted inside of Akashingo, either! and fewer were indulged as Toula did for those she cared for, but many would know of the opulence of their halls when welcomed. she felt honored that ash paw would wish to know them in the ways that she could permit it. if that is alright with you, that would make me the most happy! she murmured, voice still gentle as to not disturb those that might be listening within ash paws belly!
Gods, how did they come to be in there...?
another question for another day; Toula instead imagined what the young of ash paw might be like... and dreamed too of ways to befriend those of Riverclan, so that perhaps she might be welcome to visit too!