Lion Head Mesa Curiosity killed the cat, but the cat died knowing

hope you guys don't mind a zaahira! thought it'd be fun since sunny boy is a former packmate <3

Part of being a Mazoi, Zaahira felt, was keeping an eye on the entrance of the palace. When the fellahin weren't tending to it, Zaahira was; humble work, surely, but it was honest.
And part of it, in all honesty, was out of fear one of Khaba's associates would launch a counter. Not that she assumed she would be missed, but what if?
And so, when the Sesh is spotted chatting to a familiar shape, the aspwoman's heart begins to race.

Him. He had fought alongside Khaba.

Zaahira's lip curls upward, and she is quick to throw herself forward; hackles raised and tail flagged high. Speech escapes her at first as she makes her approach from behind, an agitated pace as the growl ripples from her throat. And then, all at once, she comes to a stop.
She lets out a bark, something of an alert to her presence. He was not her friend, as far as she knew, but she would be cordial. Perhaps he, too, was making an escape. But was it too late for that?
Either way, she finally opens her mouth to speak, voice low and haggard. State your business with Akashingo before I alert the Queen.