Lion Head Mesa gesuto o omukae

@Nephele

news had come of yet another new arrival, this time a wolf. she had not been told of the woman's admittance to the mesa so much as eavesdropped the information as it flit about the tunnels between the gossiping fellahin.
it was a surprise but a welcome one, lending a sense of elation to satsu. she had taken the time to gather a welcome gift for the woman; a cluster of wildflowers in a loose bouquet, gathered from beneath her favored trees. it was not much.
satsu did not know what they were called, only that jawahir had called them sabah.