Wild Berry Meadow ard alahlam

it was only through soft luck or some work beyond them that jawahir found the trail of pharaoh, far beyond the reaches of the places they had once roamed together.

the pack of them had departed, and the world was somehow emptier. it disquieted them, and none of their trade could be fulfilled without wolves.

jawahir's strides carried them through the more even terrain of a landscape that ran in all colors and directions

they might have retired at dusk were it not for the etchmarks of a lone saint-wolf, and in that, the fragrance of pharaoh himself!

yet it was not only the reappearance of the royal that drew jawahir along; they knew at once the first creature, and loped upon beautiful lithe legs until the other's frame was plucked from the falling shadows. what an honor to see you once more, satsu. their lips, inscrutable.