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He responds with sarcasm -- Hatshepsut leaps lightly to a lower crag before answering: "A home." She intends to be clear that she is not searching for a pack -- she was not made to be a subordinate, and would be a horrid one indeed if forced into a lower rank. Lapis eyes search for any signs of the cats whose scent lays across these rocks like a cloak; seeing none, the woman moves on.

"Why do you follow?" she inquires after a heartbeat, for his legs have found her gait, and their presences are well-matched. Perhaps he believes she can locate food in this famine, and her lips curl into a tight smile.