Naaghai Lowlands Slang

*greedily steals*

tuna felt many things on this day, not just the wind.

with the assurance that toula remained in enough hands, the coyote comes to leave the post as well in search for the newest scents and delicacies this place has to offer. it certainly reminds her of home, though akashingo always held such familiarity to it with the sand and mesa. in many ways, tuna has remained loyal to her bloodline in remaining where the sun climbs high and burns the nonbelievers.

seeing eset before her, tuna comes to offer a little yip of greeting and a polite brush of the shoulder. these women have remained chained at the hip whilst serving the blossoming queen, though they never seem to outwardly tire of one another. at least, this is what tuna can hope for as she looks to follow the gaze of her companion.

"sh'ore's dif'frent out'ere, don't'chu thahnk?" there was much to discover in this land, and much to discover of the inhabitants too. and through all of it begs the question of toula's engagement to the princes that remain.