Spotted Eagle Mountain there's really no way of winning

Through bleary eyes, she can see the dove is clearly... upset about something, thrashing and stomping like a bratty child. Perhaps not at Zaahira. Had Khaba wronged her just as well? 
An opportunity arises.
Sniffling, she is quick to regain control, refocusing her attention on the jackal at her hands. There were no more tears that needed to be shed. Selena was gone. Crying would not fix it. Blinking, she leans closer, a lit match behind eyes of tangerine. 
Dove upset, her head tilts, an action nearly mirroring the youthful nature of the little bird. Why Dove upset? She points again to her with the tip of her nose, which then flows down to point at the Lake. 
Perhaps her revolt did not have to be a lonesome one. The snake rattles her tail, and; if she played her cards right, the dove would fly towards the sound. 

As she scours her brain for places that she thinks would be suitable, she recalls something that brings a quirk to the corner of her mouth. The desert wolves. The ones Zharille scampered off to. The place Khaba hates.  

What could be better?
Zaahira go to desert, she thinks, a cool shrug of her shoulders, a light shake of her head. Another sniffle. Dove follow?