Lion Head Mesa aguila

Neizan was the name of the girl’s father. While Kasmut spent most of her time doting upon the Pharaoh and keeping herself busy with the other members of Akashingo, she kept her ears trained on any particularly interesting news. She had grown rather fond of Sakai and had found that he was cheerfully chatty when granted the right company. She had not heard of a wolf called Neizan near their mesa.

Belen asked what the Pharaoh wanted.

It was not an easy question to answer. It was not one that could be given falsely. Kasmut regarded the girl, stepping forward to make sure that her face was presentable, and the blood had been cleared away from the places she could not reach. The flower huffed softly when she had finished.

To rule and be worshipped. But I cannot speak for the Pharaoh, Belen. You can ask him what he wants, and he will answer you. Pharaoh's wants for you, she paused thoughtfully, may not be the same as his wants for me.

A motion of her muzzle put Kasmut on the move and suggested that Belen should follow.

Let us bathe you. The water will be cold, but there will be warmth in the furs for after.