Lion Head Mesa Wither

It was happenstance that Lilitu found herself passing by the queen's old quarters, but movement within caught her attention, and she paused at the entrance.

Jawahir? she called out, ears canted forward.

Barely anyone had set paw here since Satsu's death. It seemed a haunted place. Even just outside, her fur prickled, and she felt restless, as if ghosts were on her tail. She wondered what kind of courage Jawahir had to come here.

Or what reason. . .