King Elk Forest the inundation

Haughty she is, and the Regent would have admitted to such readily. In silence they stride, though from time to time she feels the man's gaze upon her, darkly elegant and edged only with a hint of questioning. His own fur collects the sunlight and swallows it; if she is fire, he is an ember, only the very fringes of his pelt allowing the aureate glow to be seen.

Hatshepsut is curious about him, and why he is drawn so to the ocean, which she has never understood. Yet comes the pride again; she will not ask, and she does not think he will offer such information openly. As they move, the woman allows her lapis gaze to fall on him again, and this time it lingers, upon his withers and his face.