Blue eyes graced with a light layer of gold quickly flew over the rest of the group, and a lump slowly started to grow in her throat. She had been so careful and had tried to get over to the greyish female without anyone noticing, but it seemed that the rest of the group had a magical ability to notice everything she did. The kind woman that had told her that she had grown looked down at her and lowered her face to the tan girl’s level. She asked what it was, but for a moment the little girl stayed silent, a silent fear gripping her heart, because she knew what she had done was wrong. Her eyes sought out Attila and Dawali as her brother asked when there would be food. Her stomach gave her a quick reminder that it wanted attention and nutrition, but her focus stayed on the sub-leader and her ears folded back when he told Attila not to be so rude. This meeting was her very first, and it did not seem as fun as she had expected it to be. The main reason why this was the case was because Noir did not understand what was going on. She knew very little in general about the tribe’s way of living. With age, that would come, but for now this meant nothing to her. Though, she was sorry if she was ruining anything. Their eyes had been on her and made her uncomfortable, but Dawali had not told her off. Her tail sought comfort between her tail, and she stayed quiet as Dawali turned to continue what he had started.
She would ask the gray lady her question afterwards. She really wanted to get a better look on that horse, because it was so pretty. When the leader said that they were to kill the flames, she felt the fur along her spine rise slightly. Along with water, the girl was slightly afraid of fire. Well, not normally, but normal fires were not this big. She took a half hearted breath before she padded over towards the sub leader, intent to try to be a good girl and help kill the fire. She kept her distance to the flames though, and turned around to have her back against it as she kicked a bit of sand in the blaze’s direction. If she had taken care to look behind her shoulder, she would have noticed that her sand never reached the flames. She was oblivious of this, and so after a few kicks, she stepped away from the fire, the warmth from the light source uncomfortable against her furred skin. Her nose stung with an unknown scent, and she was not sure if it made her feel uncomfortable or not. It was thick and aromatic, and she felt slightly lightheaded. She found her previous spot next to the woman and sat down again, her fur slowly settling again. She hoped she had not done anything wrong and stuff, but being so close to the fire had been uncomfortable.