Luneshale Pass forty-ninth

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"when this outpost feels the safest for her, we will send word back to the palace," senmut explained to racharra, ignoring khusobek for the present. his green eyes fell upon prince rashepses now, a warmer glance to legend before he turned his attentions back upon the man who should truly feel more rival-like by now.

in that moment, he thought of nazli, and how she had spoken, how she had sounded; the look of face and eyes. and her last words, before he and tavina had sent her away. heartache, beating beneath breastbone.

before he could answer, however, one such called out to the wolves in a stern voice.

senmut stood. "who is this shadow coyote of whom you speak?" he etched back in the warm air, giving his answer to rashepses in this way: amiability between wolves and others must be kept for the purposes of peace and trade.