Lion Head Mesa sons and daughters

Miho was strategically positioned to be the large furry barrier between the outside world and her sister, as she did every night. There were times in which it was just the two of them, huddle against the chill of the desert. The warmth of kin was treasured to the girl for this reason, but not this reason alone.

The brutish child was taking her self-appointed role as guardian very seriously, scarcely leaving Racharra's side through their adjustment period. 

So the soft call from the opening of their narrow home sent her head whirling, only to meet the tender features of her Queen. Racharra's nudge settled her bristled nape and soon she rose dutifully to all fours. Leading the pair into the brightness of the day, it took her eyes a long moment to adjust. Once they did, her cool blue gaze rested on Toula thoughtfully. "Ra?" Education had become an eager pursuit of Miho's since her arrival, and so questions were not out of the ordinary for her.