Nahla walks the Mt. Shasta trails like a gargoyle — eyes scanning the tree line, ears tuned to anything that gets too close. She keeps the perimeter. She keeps the pace. She keeps the faith.
When Londynn is stuck — on a problem, on a sentence, on a feeling — Nahla noses the door and waits. A walk. That's the answer to almost everything. Outside, in the trees, with a Lab who has seen things and decided this human is worth protecting, the answer always comes loose.
If you've ever worked with someone who is calmer than the room, who notices the thing you didn't say, who can hold a long silence without rushing it — there's often a Lab somewhere in the story. In this one, her name is Nahla.
The Gargoyle
Watches the perimeter. Knows who belongs and who doesn't, before anyone else does.
The Compass
When the work loops, she points outside. A walk has resolved more problems than any whiteboard.
The Saint
Through the world and back, and chose this house. Loyalty is a strategy, not just a feeling.