Spotted Eagle Mountain there's really no way of winning

At Zaahira's pronunciation, Legend remembered it all too vividly. Akashingo. He made sure, and it had worked all too terrible well, that she would remember such thing. It had been deeply ingrained as a trophy in her mind. Nodding along with Zaahira, she chimed along with her with a prideful smile across her inky lips. "Uh-huh! Ah-ka-shing-oh!"

 Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazzzzzzli. The moment she got a clue of Zaahira pulling out a response over the mystery woman, her ears shot up to the sky and her posture fixed itself to a polish. Then Zaahira would meet her with her question with an answer. "EH?" That posture shattered into itty-bitty pieces, paws sliding and head leaning forward to look at her. "Nazli- no? No Nazli?" Tip-pattering around on her pads, she did a small dance to herself with big doe-eyes that happily dropped their siren glint.

"No Nazli."

From the corner of her squinted eye, it moved to Zaahira swift as stars before moving away. Quick acknowledgement. "I do not know," she replied, slightly pouting a frown while looking down to the lake and its secrecy. Legend only knew her name, not where she was from, or why she was needed.

"What a shame," she mused. Though, not all is wasted! She had a new friend, and a new destination was set.

Legend isn't all upset, apart from wanting to sock Seth.

This is riveting.