Even standing in the shade the sand was hot. It wasn't blistering hot like it was most days, but it was still hot. Her head turned to take in the others standing around listening to the man speak. She paid no attention, as usual, when others spoke. Most of the time she didn't even understand the words. That's why she liked her little friend. They shared a bond. A bond of savagery that rarely required words. A nudge here, a point there, and that was all it took most of the time. She would never understand why they needed to be so loud and use so many sounds.
She would also never understand why they wore those things on their feet. Yes, the sand was hot, and it could, at times, become blistering enough as to cause pain, but that was this world. Besides, who ever stood around for that long? I mean if you were moving like you should be, then your feet wouldn't be in one place long enough to get blistered. She would never understand the others. As the man continued to talk, she yawned.
The halfling sitting on her back yawned too.
Life Sense vs. MAC 7: 17 - 1d20 ⇒ 17 - (11) = 6