Lion Head Mesa Grey ghost

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In the weeks that had passed since the vermins first introduction to the pack called Akashingo, their royal family had more than doubled. 

Worm however, tried to steer clear of these new little royal blessings. Hardly would she even make contact with the reigning pair, often scuttling away the second one of the two turned a paw in her direction. She would not be seen to cause any disturbance, give any reason for suspicion or distrust. 

She'd spent much of her time away, exploring the lands, bathing under the searing heat of the sun, and most importantly, working like a beaten dog. @Zaahira was a drill sergeant through and through, not that Worm was particularly new to such things, but she had at the very least become familiar with the way things operated here. 

Returned from an expedition around the outskirts of the mesa, Worm carried in her jaws a snake, crushed at the head, dangling lifelessly from the jaws that had seen it dispatched. No venom would strike the young on her watch—and it made a tasty enough snack for one used to beetles and carrion.