She mentioned the rest of the herd and he chuckled dryly, annoyance glittering briefly in his dark eyes before it dissipated with a shrug. "Nyimara has many wonderful qualities," he murmured, lips curling into a smirk, "but not everyone appreciates them the same way we do."

Kara, perhaps, still did, but he expected she would rather chew off her own leg before submitting to anyone who was not Nyimara herself. The rest had largely been captives, and Kohelet's little interference had prevented him from clutching onto them as closely as he might have liked. "It is no matter," he clarified, and to him, it genuinely wasn't. Captives were all well and good, but they were extra work. What the Desert needed right now was willing bodies learning how to make themselves useful in some sort of capacity.

All the rest could come later.

"It seems you have the run of the place for some time." He said, eyes glittering again. "But I will look for seconds to start building their own subherds soon. The Desert has been too quiet, for too long." His tail flicked against his haunches as he watched Goldenrod, still uncertain what to make of her personality. "Tell me..." he began, voice calm. "You came here, claiming to want to be close to Nyimara but did not seek her out. Why is that?"