Shadow Mountain imminent

mesen-ka was nothing if not dutiful. for a man, she thought, he was at least tolerable; respectable. he came at her call as he had promised.
she meets him atop a steep hillside, light shimmering between branches and cascading across her firelit pelt. i have not yet found a trace of her, the jodai grimaced. i am beginning to wonder if we should travel to other kingdoms. ask if they may know anything. but we may also not be able to trust them.
her frustration is evident in the flourishing bristle of her hackles. what say you, sphinx?