Lion Head Mesa dying for pie

omg i am soo sorry this took so long for me to get up! for @Toula specifically though anyone is welcome to come and find her!

tuna had remained in the steppes for a bit, perhaps a bit too afraid to venture and see what else these wilds had to offer. perhaps that was the sin she always held, one of fear for the new things she seems so desperately wanted to experience. her hunts were fruitful the warmer it became, and recently the girl had been carrying the skull of the shy deer whom she stumbled upon in a sickly state and seemingly abandoned by the herd.

it filled her with meat, but less so with jest. she was growing tired of being alone and wanted to go where the others flourished! so it was no surprise that the girl skipped with excitement when she could smell the scent of others as she headed toward the mesa. and while tuna was not raised in the most orderly household, she did know that there was a single rule that she knew better than to cross.

never enter someone's home without permission, especially empty-handed!

so the skull is picked clean and the girl thrums out a call for anyone who may come to her. she's far away enough from the border to not be seen as a direct threat, but just close enough to maybe bring some form of attention to herself. she had come from the southern tip of the steppes, still standing on the grainy sand beneath her as she waits for someone.