Lion Head Mesa infidel

Legend had spent most of the evening upon the slope. Where she had seen Nazli's caretakers rest upon, and where it was easier to watch wolves come and go. An array of figures each time; many dark, many red, many brown, and many blonde. Tiny little figures, big little figures, and all of which got added to a game of guessing for her. Rolling roughly along the ground, dust erupted into the wind and clung to her coat. A bath of it drenching her in random spurts throughout the day.

A call was what lifted her tired, bored head! Bored! Very, very bored! There was urgency in it, and whether or not she cared about the urge of it or just the want for fun was not known. How could it be? Sneaking up behind the Jodai, whines of greeting and acknowledgment pushed from her throat. A familiar scent tickled her nose as she beat her tail behind Zaahira. Submissive, meek, but soon the mazois snout was upon the ground with twitching nostrils. She could smell something, but it appeared she was struggling to catch a trail, though very quickly trying.