Chimera Fields crawl

when racharra admits that staying felt right (as far as zharille could understand) the woman breathes a ragged sigh and flashes her teeth, but does not lash out. her tail lashes behind her to further dispel the emotion that is building inside.

then the accusation—do you care for only the lake?

lake is home! khaba take, zharille take back! racharra still choose desert? she gnashes her teeth and backs away, turning from the young woman because she cannot risk losing her temper and harming her; at least in this moment she's thinking of her daughter.

racharra of red-stone place. little man said— she thought a moment, remembering the word senmut used but not the meaning of it; said zharille was vassal. say the same for you? you stay there like—little dog? thief-dog? she didn't know the word for coyote, or fellahin, but could at least piece together something.

make you think red-stone place is home? go, then. go home, little dog.