Greatwater Lake weightless

Nazli slept for two straight days after curling up in her new den, and woke up to a wave of confusion. It was the kind of dead, dreamless sleep that hits a person after an episode of intense stress; when waking, there was a span of time wherein Nazli wasn't sure where she was, or how she had gotten there. She smelled the moist earth and pine of the grove where the den had been excavated, and the crisp notes of fresh water.

As she rubbed sleep from her eyes, she peered around at the interior of the den. It was a damp dark hole, not the cool stone of Akashingo, and wasn't familiar - but gradually the memory of escaping with Khaba did return to her.

She unfurled herself, and then tried to arrange her fur so that it wasn't such a chaotic mess - sticking up in odd places, muddy in others; but there was no fixing this. The more she tried the more tense she got, until she was so frustrated that she gave up with a small huff.