Seaside Moors natives kneel in prayer by their caravans

His apology was accepted with a babble of words he didn't think actually mean anything, and more so to his surprise, she came right up to him!
He kept still, sniffing her gently to not startle her.
Then, he places that scent. Khepri! Or rather his Mother.

He tilted his head, regarding the tiny bean - was he really one this small? - and looking for features to relate her to his friend.
There, the colours. Those undertones of gold that would develop as his milky coat has done to transition into a cream-gold. The slight muzzle she holds much like Erzulie's too.

Slowly, so as not to alarm the girl, he lay down in the grass, tail thumping. He wondered how much of the world she'd explored, if she thought of this land like he did Blackfeather.