Luneshale Pass forty-ninth

minor pp with permission from meridian <3

A prince may have idled while his guards were put to work but the small size of their desert troupe and hesitancy made soldiers of aristocracy. Rashepses leapt from their meeting place and set himself opposite his princeguard, aligning his body to use as a barrier to the coyote for questioning should she make no attempt to flee them. A flick of snout bids Mesen-Ka to release his grip now that she was stationed between them.

“We are migrants from the North soon to take up residence here,” he could not speak of an affiliation with a dark coyote, though it was important that the dwellers of the desert understood a new pack was to settle here, one of great power that would not be trifled with.

“Tell us of these oasis ‘thugs’ and you will be released,” he informed, though he had half a mind to keep this one, a fine gilded gift she’d make his Queen.