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Maska sat atop his mare, back straight and with a hard stare toward the building. It was impressive in many ways; apparently their previous Ally, Phoenix Valley, had helped them build the buildings. He did not understand why they could not simply have done it themselves, though. Why ask for help when you have able hands? There were many aspects to leadership Maska might not have considered, but he did consider the areas where Dawali had lacked. Greatly. Looking with amber eyes to his Guardian, his horse was completely still; a perfectly obedient beast. One day it would be food, but until then it was a servant. This aspect of the servant was something he missed; he felt the tribe lacked any real thoughts on the concept. Clearly, they did, in their disobedience and disrespect, refusing to bow to the seal of the Ahote family. But, the Utinas would learn, surely. Eventually, they would all learn - perhaps even Dawali, that criminal.
Nahele responded swiftly as Maska nodded at him, moving towards the Stables. The earthen-colored male could have been mistaken for Dawali at a distance, but his mane was not as flashy, and he donned the two-legged form, which was more than one could sat about the Itawamba worm. Maska did not desire to confront the hybrid himself, and Nahele was the goon of choice for this task. Without bothering to knock on the door, Nahele entered, knowing she was inside: he had smelled and heard her uncareful steps. His brisk walk stopped abruptly next to her where he waited, speaking only a brief greeting. "Itse," he said without bowing, making a point by mentinoning her "new" rank. Nahele did not smile, but simply stood there, demanding her attention.
Outside, Maska silently signalled his mount to walk closer to the building while waiting, curious on the outcome of their meeting.
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