Spotted Eagle Mountain there's really no way of winning

last response from me!! lovely writing with legend as always <3

With the way Legend pouts at the apparently unfortunate news, Nazli must be of some level of importance. Whether it was to Akashingo, to Legend, or to someone else entirely, Zaahira could not discern, but either way, it mattered little to her. 
Giving a cold shrug, at that, Zaahira shifts to a stand. A small rumble leaves her lips as dust is shaken from fur and limbs are stretched out. We leave, she demands, a sudden flatline to a previously otherwise animated tone. Shoulders back and head tipped high towards a moon-drunk sky, pointed form rimmed with pale blue. Have you any friend in A-ka-shin-go? Zaahira speak with. Even if the Dove did not, the snake would make herself known to them. 

She looks back for the Dove only once as she begins to climb downward. Surely she'd follow anyways. What had once been a dark despair was now replaced with white-hot seething rage, toiling, seething, scorching beneath her skin. 
She looks at the lake for one last time from above. It is nothing but water, and for the first time in a long time, she feels relief.