Starglow Basin Soto.

Limping in, lip quivering. Muttering terribly as that scent burned, oh, the one that was so invasively familiar. Inhaling thick pounds of dust rolling towards her face, and adjusting to the burning. 

She found the red women not long ago. The saving grace to the damned devilspawn. Taking time to drag across the desert, to rest in breaks of travel. Not tumbling down on that front leg, but holding it awkwardly as it contorted in throws. Twisting, bending, and a crooked wince as the demons face squinted shut. 

Pathetic whimpers fumbled from her mouth. Those spire ears once kissed by a prince now flattened down to that inky head. Fumbling, muttering. Incoherent, just complaining. Whining. Doe-eyed and a low walking body with a bellied tail.

Feeling overpowered by the growing hive before her.

A sound closer to a hyena's whined out from her dry lips, pleading: Attention, atention, attention!

And the words she mumbled desperately grew more clear.

"@Soto?"

Clear.

"Soto. Soto. Soto. Soto."