Lion Head Mesa we are the wasted youth

While Khaba would have preferred to not stray far from the sōzokujin, being jodai meant he had other responsibilities as well in the palace.
Since their return, the dark man was lesser on edge. The mesa gave comfort; that which the redsand canyon was not able to give. But even happy to be home, he did not shirk his duties one bit.
It did not prove difficult notice the two wolves that had neared all too closely to the border. They weren't exactly stealthy with their travels. One of them, he remembered. It was the woman who had fought Makono during her training. But the other did not strike his memory. Nonetheless, he knew one thing was certain: they did not belong here. Perhaps they had not yet crossed into the mesa, but if he hadn't appeared, they might just have.
Why are you here? You are quite close to the veil of the mesa. The jodai wasted no time, approaching with a hollow, hoarse tone and heavy, disapproving stare.