Dawnlark Plains paint rock

Stretching her forelegs in a feline's pose, she allows Chieftain to admire all he sees, meeting his gaze briefly before it is gone in an instant. There were decisions to be made, men to appraise - Lanzadoii or not - before the heat of her time comes, but already her preference for One-eye is growing.

Her hindlegs follow the movement of her body as she pads round to settle back in his line of sight. "If he fight for me, I take him," she likes his humour, finding a camaraderie here that she had not since the ridge. Was Chieftain loyal to his wife, or did his eyes wander elsewhere? Would his teeth turn against his clan for her? There was much to dwell on.