An unusual sounds of excitement reached her greyfurred ears from over at campside.
The dark skinned Miqo'te put her leathery wrinkled hand on her forehead, covering her old and painted face from the sun.
Her eyes barely made out someone moving up to her, her nose gave her ensurance: she was needed. Grabbing her gnarly staff she pushed herself onto her feet with a groan, to be up in time that K'nahli reached her.
The dark skinned Miqo'te put her leathery wrinkled hand on her forehead, covering her old and painted face from the sun.
Her eyes barely made out someone moving up to her, her nose gave her ensurance: she was needed. Grabbing her gnarly staff she pushed herself onto her feet with a groan, to be up in time that K'nahli reached her.