Manyara was pissed. Well, really, she was feeling a rather terrifying breadth of emotions at the moment, after having returned from the Gobi Lair to the smoking remains of her home and then been returned to this new strange Lair by a rather patronizing member of Death Clan. Fear, loss, grief all warred within her. But there was a hell of a lot of anger there too, so she was just going with pissed for now. It was the emotion she was best at feeling, after all.

The scavenger was lost. She wandered through the Lair with her eyes narrowed, gathering her wrappings around her and giving everyone who glanced at her a poisonous and sullen look. Eventually, she flopped down on top of a boulder that didn't seem to belong to anyone in particular. A rib from her belt found its way into her mouth, and soon Manyara was gnawing angrily. If anyone cared to look closely, they might see signs that a few tears had escaped.

Of course, if anyone tried to get that close, she'd probably punch them.

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