Lion Head Mesa Malasana

From inside the den, Sabah raised her head. The small woman abandoned the restructuring of her sleeping space, slowly slithering from inside via an upward crack.

A mazoi was upon her door, and as Jodai, as his captain, she would have to answer this face to face.

Peace, Mazoi. She stepped down from her upward position, giving a friendly wave of her tail.

I am Sabah, Jodai, but you appear to already know that. It is nice to meet you, Sakai.