Northstar Vale the scarlet lord

Ramesses’ war party was painted Mesa red as they traveled through the downpour into the mountains, into the Vale, leaving queen Satsu and her workers safe in their hive. Sihaya fell into rank, lips pressed into a line, as his thin face fixated on their path ahead. He moved with a swift step behind the golden Pharaoh, fangs snared tightly.

There could be much to gain from this venture. Even though the adder was not a juggernaut, he could cut flesh good as any. Spoils of war could mean power of position for the new Mazoi… and a sizeable ego would not turn away this opportunity. He thought of Tamar’s omen: the downfall of Akashingo would be the desires of men. Yet under Siahaedra, his wants had been long squelched and now his appetite was vast.

Sihaya saw Gemanicus' signal and spread out with the group, taking the fringes. He wove through the trees and scented the air. He felt the burn of adrenaline run through his veins. Everything felt heightened. Suddenly, the howling and baying of wolves trumpeted a chase. Sihaya saw a retreating wolf and tailed Germanicus to hunt the enemy.