Sky Mesa muscle & water

the desert saw zaahira yet again when it came time to hunt. she had made time to stop by muat-riya briefly, even if only to say her greetings, and with her on this trek came khusobek. she enjoyed their patrols together, oddly enough; he was reliable, and at least he kept the trips from becoming boring.
her tongue clicks against her teeth in thought, muscles burning as she leads him up the mesa's edge. a pronghorn would be impossible on flat ground, but here they had an advantage, and zaahira thought to exploit it.
inji? she nearly snorts with amusement. she has propositioned you?
as hard as she tried not to, she thought of eset. she is a sweet girl. do you not have feelings for her? that would be rather awkward.