Ghost Lion Crag wilting lotus

*laments bc it is hard to play such a haughty character*

He follows, his tones denying the trot of his paws. She too turns an ear to the shivering of gravel against stoneface, but her lapis eyes betray nothing, and so Hatsheput turns back to the man. Her lips part -- words tremble there -- but they are never said, for in the next moment she looks beyond him to see the hateful stare of a cat.

The Regent is not foolish; a puma driven by hunger and enraged by the encroachment of wolves is unlikely to stand down from a fight, but it is not one the Egyptian plans to give. Golden hackles bristle momentarily; she pauses where another step might be taken and instead looks behind herself for a trail back up along the crag.

The man she gives a long look, wondering what he will do.