i don't dance, don't ask......i'll be over here, oh here..
The heat was reviving to her, the roan could not complain. The Jungle had made her, was a part of her like many that still roamed the lush labyrinth. Like those that would roam it in the years to come.
A growl, low, and compelling issues forth from the feline watcher. It looks at her, a flick of its tail in impatience, and it waits. It seemed to wait anyways, because though Sarkis had once been known to speak excessively, she had not learned to speak jaguar.
She follows the growing spirit creature into the foliage, pushing past the spindly fronds and into the Jungle depths. "Where are we going?" She asks of it in whispered tones, but as usual it does not answer her. Not in any way that she had the means to understand. A deep mewing noise presses past its sharp teeth, littered with a growling grunt. "Right of course," she responds, pretending there was real meaning in the cat noises. Surely they meant something to someone.
Soon enough another path is beneath her, one of the lesser used passages, but a path nonetheless. She smiled cheerfully at that and trotted to keep up, the slinking spirit was better built to navigate the close set roots and vines than she was.
Perhaps she hadn't paid close enough attention, colliding with a wall of thorny branches, and becoming lodged in the barbs. "Ow!" She cries out, struggling to free herself, unsure exactly how she had caught. The sleek Jaguar has left her, disappeared again somewhere into the greenery, deserted her high and dry.
Another voice sternly advances on her ears, Who's there? and the young mare freezes. What a terrible predicament to find oneself in, especially in the presence of a Sister. She huffs, feeling herself warm with embarrassment.
"Ow, h-hello? Ugh. I'm kinda..uhhh, stuck." She grunts, fighting against the coil of spines. "Rotten cat!" She mutters, but loudly and angrily enough to receive a distant growl.