Lion Head Mesa basium

War bloomed in the north, their members yet to return. Many others still remained in Akashingo, on guard and restless. Specifically so, Naberius was restless. The lands around here in these open meadows, plains and steppe, were beautiful and promising. Yet the queen only but recently aged to around a yearling. Many others were mongrel dogs or half-breeds. There was very little which held Naberius attention and he felt himself growing anxious and bored. 

Visitors lifted his spirits. He followed through the pathways of red rocks and appeared along the archway to spy them. One of their own had already come to greet them. Certain that the priest could tend to them for a time, Naberius moves to gather his yearling-young queen. We have visitors, Hemet-nekheb. He would find it fitting to flank along her as they made way to greet their latest company.