Lion Head Mesa [wp] forty-third

She had become accustomed to being welcomed in the company of Toula, so of course as a child would, Miho assumed she was welcome wherever the Queen would be found. This included the throne room. Whether it was true or not, it simply highlighted how much this feral girl still had to learn of hierarchy in a structured society. 

Yet, here she was wandering through the archway, oblivious to the egg which cracked mere inches away from her. Instead, she focused on Senmut, a man she knew very little of. He looked to be in shock, and only then did she take note of the egg. A single large paw hovered near the little miracle, looking to touch.