Lion Head Mesa blade

The pharaoh was gone, that enchanting girl who had convinced Melody so easily to stay and to serve. She wasn't sure anymore that she wanted to be here, but stayed because the decision had been made and it was just... easier. In an effort to know her packmates and her purpose here, Melody wandered.

She found a dark-furred woman folding skins, a quietness about her that felt heavy somehow. She stood awkwardly and wondered if it was for the same reason that Melody herself was feeling lost. But she didn't ask. Hi. I'm Melody. Do you want help? She peered at the skins with open curiosity.