Lion Head Mesa break me off a piece of that… fancy feast

Apparently, her job here was done. Okay, good, her lips crease into a gentle smile, one of relief and a wash of pride. Look at that, she did something to help someone! Although the tooth trees comment made her think there might be some brain damage after all.
She follows Frolic's eyes toward the horizon, the first soft hue of Ra's light peeking from between the mesquites. You really should if you don't wanna get found out, she turns again to the child, an impish glimmer to her eyes. I promise I won't tell anyone.
She, too, then stalks in direction of her mesa before her head swivels to look back; Frolic now disappearing into a cloud of harsh sand. Be safe, Frolic!