Languidly poised, the Egyptian lay in a cleansing shaft of light, licking fresh blood daintily from her small forepaws. The remains of a rabbit lay not far away, and she had relaxed fully following her meal, a luxury she did not often allow herself. From time to time, her piercing gaze swept the surrounding area, to ensure she was alone.
She would depart tonight, Hatshepsut decided, and seek out Lestat. It was time she sought out other places, and discovered what purpose Amun had for her in the Wilds. Briefly, the Regent thought of Njal, and his wife Tuwawi, and when they would depart the Creek to found themselves in another place.
Presently, as she lay against the stunted bole of the few trees that dotted the wetland, she spotted movement. Jaws paused in their cleaning; Hatshepsut watched the wolf closely. The creature's gait was calm and unhurried, carrying a lithe body closer to the bantam ruler with each passing second — and yet she did not rise, nor did she tense. Hatshepsut merely observed, both golden ears swept forward to monitor the progress of the approaching lupine.
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