Spotted Eagle Mountain there's really no way of winning

note to self, making a lot of assumptions here that may or may not be omitted at a later date

 

Ahhh-kaasshhhh-inggg-ohhhh, Zaahira repeats, drawing out every syllable as she tests it on her tongue. She doesn't like the way it feels in her mouth, at first, so she says it again. Aaahh-ka-shinggg-ooohhh? A-ka-shin-go. Akashingo. 
If Legend is correct about its grandeur, it will be a far better place than here. That's to say they would even take her with the rotten stench of lake water on her pelt and the lingering taste of Khaba. But fuelled by an unhinged jaw and rage that spews out of her in the form of molten lava, perhaps she could offer them something of value. 
Nazli, it's a change of pace when Zaahira says the name. If she remembered correctly, Nazli was the little one with the wide eyes who disappeared not long after Zaahira's own arrival. They'd never spoken, but she did remember her; that angular little face, her voice, her name being spoken from her own lips. Nazli gone. Zaahira know not where Nazli is. Sorry, She shrugs her shoulders. Nazli from A-ka-shin-go?