Blackfeather Woods the road ahead feels lonely

An invitation. Whether he truly wanted her to follow or not, she would do so anyway. 
With a little tilt of her head, Zaahira lets out a chuff as she rises up to her elbows and then her feet. An opportunity like this so soon upon her arrival to Teekon was not to be wasted. 
She pads up beside him, brushing against his flank with a bony little shoulder, waiting for his direction with a hooded, softened gaze. She would not overstep, though an itch of curiosity was beginning to burn and beg to be soothed. 
What waited for her beyond these woods? What did Khaba have to offer?