bend, break.

While Dawa was well hidden from their view (although not in the same manner that they were hidden from her own), she was still able to discern the stranger's scents upon the mire; there were now two of them, and the girl was at a loss for what to do. It took time for her ally to arrive - and while she hoped it would be Tenzin, she was just as grateful for the rumbling sounds of familiar Raheerah. He emerged from the shadows (more or less) and the stomping of his heavy paws were notice enough to Dawa that she was no longer alone. The dragon passed her quickly, as if to affirm her nerves, and yet before Dawa could speak, he was off again. Presumably in the direction of the strangers.

The female's ears flicked back against her head, and she turned to follow the retreating thunder that was the black behemoth. Dawa was slow and steady as she moved, and while she did stumble a few times, her nimble paws were growing accustomed to the reedy forest that had become her home. She approached the looming figure of Raheerah and, with her nose reaching towards his flank, she prodded him once. The cold touch of her nose against his skin did make her flinch back, as the thrill of pain shot though the curves of her features and deep in to the muscles of her neck; but it was all she could do to stop him, if he indeed was raging.

He commanded things of them, and Dawa receded in to the great shadow that he cast, hiding alongside the man that served as her eyes - and apparently, her voice. Her shining pearl eyes watched the strangers, but they did not focus - nor linger - upon their features for long.