Lion Head Mesa culture shock

the fellahin could be seen taking a breath of relief at the words of the mazoi. no fight, truly? is there ever such an occurrence during a time of war? Khaba could secretly just intelligent enough to know when to give in, or perhaps he just is truly the madman Zaahira claims him to be and just was easily overpowered. Tuna would come to learn this sooner or later if she or the other fellahin are instructed to ensure he lives in the catacombs of the kingdom, though for now, it seems the mazoi are the ones with full hands.

"a'hd think yew'r probably right, Zaahira," she says with a small laugh, "yew can'ever trust some men fully." and Tuna would take this saying to her grave, for to her at times. there are plenty of men that Tuna has met that contradicts this thought, but for the others who leave a bitter taste on her tongue, the coyote prefers to keep the XY species away from her.

speaking of which, it brings up the purpose of their walk. "there's something ah wanted t'ah show yew, if yew'd oblige, Zaahira." Tuna had been careful with the twists and turns they made before feeling a breeze uplift her from the warm evening sun. a large ear flicks towards the sound of the running water for just a moment. "it's just by th'a serpent river over yonder." a point of her nose before a subtle guiding towards the direction, if there is no hesitation by her companion.