Naaghai Lowlands iron & eye

The prince had spoken of another land for the queen - an outpost, of sorts. Siatum did not care for these things. If he must travel to the south, he would. Wherever Rashepses would go, so would his princeguard. 

The man saw two travellers. They would all be unfamiliar to him. The wolves of Akashingo might have shared culture, but their names and their faces had not become important yet. 

Siatum trotted at a distance behind the Mazoi. One red ear was pricked, the other splayed to catch the sound of any who might approach. His pace drew him nearer to the others until he was just within earshot.