Lion Head Mesa starlight parade

a large stranger approached her, and Racharra craned her head. would she one day stand at his height? she hoped so.

but the stranger asked her a question, and it was one she didn't know how to answer in her typical mannerisms. her tail wagged but Racharra did not smile.
hello. a curt greeting — not exactly the most elegant response, but she hoped it would suffice for the time being..

what he did say was true however. they both were wanderers: the nebet just didn't know exactly what for at the moment, other than for something new. she got her wish.