dated to 12/22
he sucked in all the emotions and then some as he departed brecheliant, thanking the wolves there for their hospitality and trying not to cast a second glance back at ani.
poor ani. but not exactly, because she had found a family here.
he hoped tytonidae would be satisfied with that.
his travels brought him along the outskirts of a mesa and he sniffed, interest piqued, until one scent in particular brought him upright, fur bristling.
@Ramesses.
it had been—how long since he'd seen the young sage? they'd bonded quickly, but circumstances had forced them apart. and he'd barely spared a thought for the golden man, but now. . .
he howled, nose tipped back, mouth tugging backward in a smile of surprise and of awe.
apparently,
aditya replied, giving a shrug of his shoulders, which grew more bony by the day. his eyes, though, held the same humor as they always had, glimmering toward the enigmatic priest as he grew nearer.
is this your home, pharaoh?
he continued, gesturing with his muzzle over the whole of the mesa.
he'd done well for himself, if so. the smell of pharaoh was pungent, inseparable from this pack. he was clearly, by scent and by stature, a leader here.
aditya was pleased to see it.
his lips split in a wide, pleased smile. pharaoh had been pious, and determined, and it was only fitting that the gods had blessed him with this abode. and to the man to offer hospitality—!
i'll take it,
aditya replied. shukriya, yaar. i came to find my longlost daughter, and now need to find her mother, to tell her that she's safe. . .
it was convoluted even as he said it. he laughed. i'm so glad to see you. and to know that you've made a family of your own.
he gave a brief bow to the golden leader, eyes cast down in appreciation.