Wapun Meadow sun and moon

He spoke again, and she was quickly becoming accustomed to the sound of his voice, and the information he proffered with each passing word. He spoke vaguely of the mountain pack, and the river pack. Had Hatshepsut been in search of a home, she would have considered this more closely, but as it was, she took the gold-eyed male's words at their face value.

Her small paws moved the Regent closer to the man; she gazed up at him, nares flared to take his scent. "And you? from where do you hail?" Having been raised in a court webbed with conspiracies, with lies, with deceit — there was an undercurrent to the male's words that did not make sense to the Egyptian, not with the scent of the lands heavily upon him. He would know the names of these packs, their leaders.

And so she was silent, perhaps at an impasse with this handsome denzien of the Teekon Wilds, but determined to draw what information she so needed from him.

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