Lion Head Mesa And which is to remain unknowable and unremembered

aventus of ursus spoke steadily and openly. he detailed the history unknown to pharaoh before this time. he detailed the portrait of nyra that ramesses had already sketched during his time in the strath. a false ally. a disrespectful ally. a woman who mauled children. 
and the sick.
anger festered far below pharaoh's cool surface. how long had nyra been allowed to roam in this way? the saints were powerful. the packs he did not yet know had not stopped their advance.
"we will stamp them out," ramesses said, his voice a hardened plinth of iron. "save for her head, which belongs to ursus."
he looked at maggie again. "you might have enjoyed her, aventus. she was charming. sharp-tongued. skilled. fearless."
he wanted to leave the sickroom now, and stepped toward the door with the expectation that the ursus wolf might follow.