Lion Head Mesa In the shifting sea of starlings

bear with me as i try to shift back into her 'pre-tragedy' brain ;;

Something yipped, hardly above the racket of the rest of the group, yet it felt...closer? Different, nearly. As if directed at her and not exactly background noise.

It did not take long for her eyes to find the culprit.

One of the youngest of Akashingo. The dainty daughter of the queen she had guarded today in all of the commotion.

Jakoul slowly sank down to her belly so that she would be below the princess. Then offered a little wiggly motion of her body as invitation. Perhaps here was not the place, but the mazoi was very open to entertainment in the form of play, if the girl wished.