Lion Head Mesa Anubis

It had been several days since the Pharaoh and the lady of the mesa had wed. The party had been lavish with many guests who had traveled to visit and see the ceremony.

The Fellahin had done their work, wooing those who could be swayed with a few sensual whispers. Kasmut had watched the Pharaoh as he had spoken his vows to his wife. She had gazed shrewdly upon Satsu, uncertain of the worthiness of such a wolf. Jealousy burned like fire in the pit of her stomach.

Even in the days that passed, Kasmut could still feel the singe of that heightened emotion. She wondered how the Pharaoh had met his wife, how he had decided to wed her and make her a ruler at his side. The flower was filled with these thoughts as she washed herself, bathing in waters that smelled of summer and berries.