Meadowlark Prairie have a little priest

There were wolves in the prairie.

Akhtar stopped walking, stopped moving, to look at the approaching wolves. He gave a little dip of his head in greeting, flashing a quick smile.

Salutations. Oh dear, he was a tall fellow wasnt he, dressed in white and gold furs with shockingly blue eyes.

Was this Ra? Akhtar did not wish to ask, but for him to be here…well. He kept his mouth shut, not wishing to offend this figure by comparing him to a god he may not understand. That was how you got slain.