Lion Head Mesa The almond and the apple

there is a pleasant smile that crawls across her face at the mention of an easy settlement. perhaps she would become a heavy favorite for the wolf-blood she owns, or perhaps there may be resentment with the coy that swims in her features. perhaps no keen eye sees it, but a coyote can often recognize one of its own kind, even with the unknown mixtures.

"as long'as yew can follow directions, is'all gonna be jus' peachy-keen 'round 'ere." it perhaps takes nothing to ride under the noses of others, though bigger actions may come to speak to the hearts of the royals. secretly, Tuna comes to wonder if Eset has the desire to rise in the ranks and wiggle her way into a rank far greater than fellahin. ambition can take one far, if given the chance. "but ah wouldn't worry if ah was yew, most tasks 're prett'eh simple. n' if all else fails, ah'll always be able t'ah help yew." they needed to stick together, after all.

the mention of the maze-like structure of the underground palace brings about a nod from Tuna. it certainly took her some time to learn the paths of the others, thankfully Jawahir and the others were quick to bring her underneath their wings. "tha bigges' thing about learning tha' walkways is thinkin', ah know that soun's silly, but yew gotta make som' connections and think as yew walk. eventu-ally, it becomes yer bread'n butter." but perhaps this lesson is done best on the feet than just speaking. 

"ah can show yew, if yew'd like, so we can avoid gettin' yew lost any more?" perhaps this is her own moment to sweep someone beneath her own feathers.