The Egyptian blinked as the guard swept forward, and somehow, simperingly, the girl allowed this, with no words of her own. Veiling her annoyance and growing disgust with the situation, the bantam wolf faced him directly, as he now seemed the only other notable party in this ugly little conversation. "I am Ma'at-ka-Ra Hatshepsut, Regent of Karnak, Daughter of Amun" she proffered, though she gave neither one of them the option of a smaller title.
"I am not in need of your names; your scent tells me what it is I wish to know. I have met many of you from Swiftcurrent these past days." In truth, she had nothing to ask them, not if the dynamic of a talk between women was to be wedged aside by a guard, and a man at that.
"Call for me if you rediscover your tongue and your heritage, lovely one," Hatshepsut purred blithely, mockingly to the Persian girl. "I will be near, though not so that I am threatening in any way." She moved past the pair, the movement of her paws swift and yet a slow dance that invited either of them to call her back — or attack from some wickedness in their hearts.
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