Hoshor Plains Is it real?

Ahhotep saw the she-wolf before scent or sound reached the vagabond; a shard of bright alabaster weaving urgently with purpose through the meadow. The traveler could not know what dire circumstances faced the Disgraced, and so she approached amicably. Her sleek build fell into a reposed posture, a curious gaze painted upon a visage fine-tuned for desert living. The rest of her kin had always been wary of otherworlders... perhaps that is why the young woman had struck out on her own.

However, the closer Potema became, the more clear signs of stress revealed themselves. Ahhotep's cinammon brows cinched with concern. "Sister," the words fell clumsily out of her mouth, spoken with a thick accent, "trouble?" Uncle had taught her some common tongue, but not enough to string a full sentence together.