Lion Head Mesa [mp] no weenies allowed!

hope u don't mind a newbie girl! <3

Oh, Akashingo.
Bathed, well fed, and slowly adjusting was the young fellahin now, dancing among the halls and exploring with an eager nose and lit-up eyes. Many places she'd lived; the desert, the scrub forests, a beachside claim once when she was but a little girl. And even still, she had never seen a place so grand in all her days! She felt as if she'd struck gold!
Today, she leaves the halls in an attempt to familiarize herself with the outside. The mesa is grand, and intimidating just as the day she had found it. The only sound is the yap of crows overhead, the trill of cicadas, and—
Somebody yelling.
Somebody yelling?
Tipped ears swivel forward, stilted legs urgently carrying her towards the sound! Winding paths lead her further into the shrubbery, and what she finds is a coyote girl in a heap amongst the prickled thorn bushes. Was she a member of Akashingo? Was she a trespasser?
Oh, jeez, her expression contorts into one of concern, mouth agape. a-are you okay? Hello? Can you hear me?