Blacktail Deer Plateau and all god's people find their place

She did not budge, a narrow skull turned to look over her shoulder at the voice that had called out.

A woman. A mother with the way her sides seemed to grow slowly.

It was not something Sakhmet had much experience with, but it was something she had witnessed in others. Something about it stirred deep discomfort within her stomach. A sensation that crept into her throat.

She could not stare forever. The woman had spoke to her, breathless and worn with something on her mind.

What? A blunter answer than she had intended to serve the woman, but it hung in the air all the same now. No taking it back.