Luneshale Pass forty-ninth

The speech of Akashingo's men felt more like droning in her ears as her meal is pecked at with graceful teeth; coyotes. The outpost. The Queen. Zaahira was only a woman of her duty. Her response is one of hums and nods.
Until a voice is heard; foreign; and her head swivels. Rashepses commands as if he already wears the crown, and immediate is the grumble that lurches from her throat.
Do not dare, between Khusobek and Rashepses does her gaze bounce. allow erpa-ha to hear what she has to say.
The coyote, now, has her ears.