Bananas in Pajamas.

The crowned Emir led the group to a different location this time, not wanting them to gather before him like teacher's pets but instead, as allies ready to indulge in a hunt. They’d found a vantage point above the valley, the backdrop of ivory all-consuming, but it aided them in finding the herd of elk that was grazing in the valley below. Their large, brown frames stood out against the canvas of snow - so did Azoula’s, but that wasn’t a concern to her - which made them easy targets for the group of predators stalking from above.

Shifting her bright, volcanic eyes towards Aresenn, she studies him with an air of expectancy; one of her brows cocking, her lips pulling back into an inquisitive smirk, as she waits to hear his instructions.

"Speech"