Redhawk Caldera they sing to ra

sure!

Soon a woman came, the same she had seen in the wood with the boy. Despite the innate stiffness of her neck, Hatshepsut bent her head in a small bow, keeping her paw over the kill. "A man with black fur said he would grant me entry into your pack if I was able to hunt for his children," the Egyptian murmured in her clipped tones. 

She did not look up; she did not again speak, merely awaiting the word of the reddish woman who appeared to be queen.