Luneshale Pass Desert Groove

"Somewhere." Her nose pointed to the direction, along with her perked ears. All of her body in a line, to one way and one way only. "That where!" 

Their travels, however, would do best to come to a stop. For this day. For this night, if he so wished the child to live! Was it possible this child was no desert dweller? Every child should be one! Though, fine, maybe her fur was thicker, and her legs much shorter. Her ears much stubbier when put against her own!

"Yeah?" Her nose leaned down to Racharra, before her paws placed themselves up and in front of the child. While it could have stumbled her backwards, it certainly would prevent her from falling forwards to a much steeper, rougher tumble. She just wanted to go! Go, go, go farther! But these two were unfortunately, absolutely, incredibly slow! She was sure Senmut's stamina actually out in the desert would be better, but nooooo. Oh, and one was a child. With a grin, she tossed her head to Senmut before a defeated huff. "Oh, fine!" Then, her eyes back to Racharra. "We stay back! To the water not far from here, yeah? You get rest. I stay 'n look! Like mazoi." Legend was referring to the fact that the other two Mazoi's were certainly warriors in their right, and she was more like a street-fighter-wanna-be who was out on the roads just for a run. Cheeky, cheeky, but oh, Senmut proved to have understood. "That mighty good?" Her head quirked to Senmut again! He proved to not be stupid.

Yet.

And Racharra, she'd grown more than comfy with, seeing as if she pushed them to a wrong end, Racharra's blood would be on her paws. Which would end with the slice of her own head. So, it was better she made herself like Racharra. To Racharra's help, she was fun! Like an on the go build-a-pup!