Lion Head Mesa I. Hebsut - Erpa-ha

Greatwater wolves! Bad, they said! Bad, bad, bad! Monsters. Monsters. Monsters! Engulfed in the flurry of their words, her mind was heated with voices digging into her skull. Childish. Childish! Primitive! Primitive! They defile us. Punish them! Punish them! The gods will punish them! 

Her rail was curled around her hind legs, arms outstretched with a bowed head of a worshipper to the Superiors. Devil, devil, devil, devil! Things were happening again. Moving! Moving! They moved, they moved. Travel- travel, travel, and when her chest was burned with the by the embers of the flames eating at the floor, flames they lit with the fuse of beginnings, a sound cut through her ears. 'Dove.' Legend.

"Yes." The first answer, the one of her name, as her heart skipped around eagerly within her. Assist. Assist. Assist! They would see not in which the way her mouth then curled up, and how excitable she drew, how much she was now adoring the attention. They would only hear the first answer for a second time, and never know, never once, never twice, or again, how she felt alive again. Legend had been here before.

"Yes."