Lion Head Mesa are we the sons of seth, and the daughters of cain?

They explored her.

Nothing more than clueless babes, not a blip in there mind of who she was. Of who they had come from and what their very life meant to Jakoul.

She shifted, softly shuffling so she laid on her side now. Underside exposed to them. Plenty of scents would hide there, the dust of places further in Akashingo and beyond laid within her fur.

She could be a source of enrichment for them, if nothing else.