Redsand Canyon swiftfoot

The voice was a welcome distraction, minus the spittle she threw when her head whipped to the side. In an instant, her pupils narrowed, then immediately blew wide in excitement. This was a beloved face, as all the faces of her sisters were, but perhaps this was the one she beloved most.

She would never say it aloud, of course. That would be unbearably rude.

Flecha, sister! Kaelan crowed, tail easily windmilling behind her, snapping fangs nearly catching her tongue before it slithered back into the recesses of her maw.

She would come trotting close, her head held low in both reverence and play.

How were your travels in the godless lands? What did you see? You must tell me it all! Her voice chattered into several clicks of her teeth in her all consuming excitement, doing several quick tappy-taps with her paws in an excited dance.