The worst things in life come free to us.

hee hee. also, first Naturalist thread.

The Egyptian was not often given over to wandering — the pursuit of the lynx upon the glacier had given her purpose. Still, left strangely bereft without Lestat, she let herself down into the commonlands and began a gentle trek in no particular direction.

She would not return without prey, however; the caches must be kept filled and flesh killed daily if the Duskfire wolves were to survive. Her days of excess were over; the woman had grown sinewy and more respecting of hunger in her time away from Karnak. As she swept the surrounding area with the knife-keen gaze that had earned her the nickname of Hawk from her late father, Hatshepsut spotted the curved, lovely form of the supposed Persian she had met some time before. Yet this time the Regent did not approach the girl; she remained as she way, and presently her gaze moved on to more interesting searches.

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