Lion Head Mesa freshly brewed misery

Tagging @Ramesses & @Treva for visibility!

This thread also has mentions of Akhtar being Akhtar (read: kind of a jerk) but he will not be present at all in the thread

She had seen him from a great distance and she had thought him friend.

He was far taller than she was, tall like the long legged beasts, but he was familiar, in the way most sighthounds were. The lanky body, the odd head shape, everything. So, she had approached, trying to call out to him.

He did not hear her. Or perhaps he ignored her, because he started walking back towards a way. A way she could not follow! Anaëlle had screeched after him, trying to follow, trying to gain ground, but she had never been much of a runner. He vanished over the smell of leggy beasts, and she hovered outside, too afraid to follow.

Before he vanished, he gave her a glance over his shoulder, long enough to plaster a smarmy little smile on his features, before he was gone. The iggy gaped.

How…how-! How rude!