Luneshale Pass forty-ninth

the ground seethed. the actions split. senmut grew annoyed, remaining still and straight. rashepses and his men shepherded the coyote; the hereditary prince took in the words given and soon strode forward. "release her."

he did not look toward the proud man; his word was law over all here. at least for the present.

and yet he knew this moment was a poignant one not easily forgotten.

it was not a cohesive showing before the threat the coyote named. "thank you for your information. we have fineries and rich food as payment for further explanation. you must forgive our zealotry. our queen is a sacred being, and the desert invites attack."