Grouse Thicket Thousands of sunsets

eshamun shook her head. had she knowledge, she would not give it, but she had nothing of her own. "i have only been here a short time myself. we settled in the land given us by our god, and have not moved from it." her words were quiet, her tone gentle, but she hoped that the other would take her meaning. the beginning of the malkaria were not to be stirred from their place; any obstacles would be met with the baleful eye of molech and the anger of the god's followers.

"i am of the malkaria," the tophet-dweller revealed. "i am eshamun, its ekar-aji." she did not care that the other would not know these terms; what mattered is that she heard them, and took the titles home to whatever wolf she called leader. the malkaria made no war, but defended fiercely what was theirs, and in time, eshamun hoped that their claim would grow.