Otter Creek cloudwalker

tavina laughed. "the pleasure is mine, nala of not-akashingo." the sesh glanced toward the mesa. she had time to kill. "are you new in the teekons?" she wondered, falling into step with the other canine.

the doctor did not think of herself as a recruiter. and yet she'd done it at least once. for now, however, she was only enjoying the moment, shifting the focus fully to nala for a while.