Sumati's pale hooves lift red dust as she walks. She has nothing on her mind but the fact that Tallsun steadily approaches, she feels each day grow longer and each hour hotter. The sun has dried the ground into grains of flaky fibers that are carried by even the gentlest of breaths. Her lashes bat away lost pieces of earth as the slight wind pushes them along. She feels the desert ripples and ridges beneath her hooves but she is so accustomed to the seemingly terrible ways of the desert that she doesn't lose the slightest bit of balance. Patrolling the borders is the best thing to do on days like this when only crystalline clouds hang overhead. She knows it is unlikely that someone will be trespassing, especially with warriors like her own, but it is a secluded mental safety net of sorts that keeps her wandering back.

Sumati approaches the northeastern-most part of the boundary when a sight catches her by the hazel of her gaze. She sees what she first believed to be a figment of the horizontal mirage, but as she paces ever closer she notices that more colors and shapes are developing in the blur. With a narrow of her sun-glinted eyes she rolls back on her tobiano haunches, spreading brown-tipped wings to take to the crisp skies. With one strong flap, she is airborne.

Perhaps three minutes later, the Sinbird speeds in, landing on hot heels with a feisty snort and a wild flick of red-orange dust. The dust subsides, and she steps forward, past her cohorts eying them all gently, halting abruptly before the King of Thieves. She does not know him, but the way he cranes his neck over her boundary line does not make him distinguishably familiar. Her ears fall back naturally, more irritated than concerned. Her fierce, liquid eyes take a choke-hold on Jackal's odd silvery ones. She noticed upon landing the dun's scaly friend hovering above him like a stout beacon, glittering there as if the desert mirage doesn't cover him. She takes a moment to size him up before she speaks.

"What brings you to my borders, boy?" Sumati notices a cold scratch in her throat and she swallows after speaking. Tension is dense in her muscles, she doesn't want another one of Tio's tricks to deal with. Kri is already tired enough of these war games - one more and she might explode. Hadn't they all had enough of hate already? Sumati feels it is her right to stand up now, and make these ruthless sinners run back home with their tails between their legs and their heads bruised blue. However, she would never be as good at it as the Resolute.