Sun Mote Copse gunship politico

Full of meat and blood, and the satisfaction that only a good hunt can bring, Asherah licked her chops. She was full, bloated even, her coat colored even more scarlet by the blood of the deer. Her orange eyes took in her family, Eshamun and Arunik'ra, Ragna and Ar-Khalba. She panted happily and moved from the kill to rest. 

Molech had blessed this hunt, had allowed this to spill this blood as a team to unite them. They were one, the Malkaria. Her eyes turned towards her priestess and her alphess, orange with the fire and light of Molech, glowing with love and adoration.