Luneshale Pass songbird

at the sight of a glare and the sound of a growl halted the young nebet in her tracks. she stood as tall as she could, leaning on her hindlegs — only to realize the source of the noise was not a wolf, but a coyote.

she's been seeing lots of those lately.

i mean no harm. firm yet poised, she spoke. but she furrowed her brow when she met his gaze. 
Racharra was still too young to fight. she nearly entertained the thought of being able to take on the coyote, but she was no mazoi. 
besides, it wouldn't look good for Akashingo if their nobles were rough-housing with the locals.