Lion Head Mesa sons and daughters

Racharra was vaguely aware of the pack's worship, only from the mentions of it she could discern. she didn't understand any of it, however so she was grateful when her more curious sister asked. in truth she had little interest, but still wanted to pay respects to it regardless; she presumed it was the polite thing to do for the ones that reunited her with her mother. she'd hate to cause more trouble anyways.
the cub followed closely, amber eyes squinting at the sun whenever it creeped overhead. it threatened to sting racharra's eyes, too adjusted to the dark. after traveling through the desert, she'd somehow grown to despise the sun - the summer heat that reigned upon the land unbearable in these flat lands compared to the forest. she was grateful for the cover the mesa, that shielded the bothersome sun away from her delicate eyes.. 
she didn't dare show her discomfort though. at most she only briefly scowled whenever light ambushed her face and a lash of her tail.