Lion Head Mesa whisper of the night [wp]

the world ahktar painted was bleak indeed. his ears fell backward as the high priest went on and on, describing a time of blood and of strife.

could she really kill her brother? her littermate? could she do it again?

his breath came hard. his heart galloped. "what can be done, holy one?" for now he feared greatly; for now he knew her eternal ka was in jeopardy.