Meadowlark Prairie have a little priest

@Ramesses

It was odd. The feeling of being alone, wind tugging gently at his fur, but without the voices he’d been so accustomed to.

He was scared, perhaps. Maybe even a bit confused. But he knew his gods were with him, great Sobek at his shoulder, Sopdu’s sky wide above his head, Ra’s sun kissing his shoulders from behind the clouds. Akhtar breathed out a quick prayer to his patrons, sparing a thought and a small amount of his words for Thoth’s wisdom in this new endeavor, before he carried on through the prairie he found himself in, grasses brushing against his underside.

He had hope. He had his dreams. He had the smell of lupine in his nostrils, the wolves that seemed to inhabit this land, who he had observed from a distance.

Akhtar took a deep breath to calm his nerves as he carried on, letting wind brush through his coat.