Lion Head Mesa nature pants

Tuna was no idiot, she could see the fact that just the sight of her caused the unfurling of the hackles and even teeth -- what a sad thing that she was born as only a coyote and not something greater. but she had to push against the feeling of microaggression and instead come to follow the lady who had come to find her.

it was a dog-eats-dog world out here, and being something even lesser than a dog was a bad place to be. 

the fellahin does not allow herself to take one more minute to think of other things. all she can think of is the safety of Toula. Tuna was the favored consort to the divine one, and this did not come without work nor delight. Tuna would not want to see any more bloodshed after this day, especially considering this is her second run-in with death. it was getting much too real for her.

"thank ya kindly for ya help," she comes to say to the confused hemet as she stays astride with her, "th'a lake-dwellers 're gettin' aggressive, foun' one'a them dead in th'a meadow." a small explanation for the scent and for the panic, she hoped it would be enough for Melody. and she hoped that she would not get in trouble for telling her form Senmut!