Shy Deer Steppes Aker

Sakai, a Mazoi from Akashingo, and a man who liked to go by nicknames like Kai. The pale woman smiled serenely at him and giggled. Her tail wavered softly from side to side, creating a plush touch of wind at her ankles. There was a pleasant and boyish way about this silver wolf. The colorless shifting of his eyes had seemed sharp and watchful at first, but perhaps she had merely mistaken his interest for something more.

I seek Ramesses the Pharaoh of Akashingo. The Gods are kind to have led me to one of his Mazoi, she said with a bashful nod. The diamond’s pink nose pointed toward the ground. She hadn’t anticipated reaching her destination so swiftly. She also did not feel eager to discover that it was quite chilly. If the Pharaoh had claimed land near that meeting spot, it was likely to have the same sharp nip to the air.

Perhaps you could escort me to where Akashingo is, and I can be left to prepare. I must make a good impression, Kai, she used the name he had suggested with a sweet voice. Kasmut smiled at him and waited for his response.