Lion Head Mesa Amun

A woman approached. Her fur was radiant, shades of gold and crimson played along her back like a royal cloak, primed in golden glitter. Kasmut devoured her, scouring her figure with fluttering eyelashes and a slender smile that barely played along her pale lips.

You’re rather beautiful, aren’t you? she giggled softly, reaching her muzzle out to sniff at the woman. She smelled of a man, of leaves, of a place filled with other wolves. Kasmut wondered why it was they would send their most beautiful creatures to answer summons upon the border. Ah, but it was not her place to construct such things.

I am Kasmut, of the sands in Khembe. I have heard whispers of a Pharaoh called Ramesses. Do you know of this man? Of where he has claimed for himself?

Well, truth be told... you help a good deal with where I place characters. ^^;