Lion Head Mesa Anubis

Kasmut laughed, a loud and mocking sound.

I was not aware that wants and wishes were taken into consideration here, she mused with a sneaking smile. Pride swelled her breast, filling her with power that she could feel in the tingling of her paws. She knew well enough that she was a prize to be had, but for them to know it, that was far more important.

Tell me of the queen. I have not spent time with her. It was less of an ask and more of a demand, but she made the statement airily and continued to wash at herself with careful precision. Kasmut did not wish to meet the gaze of Tamar. The queen’s servant was of little interest to the desert flower, now that she knew.