Lion Head Mesa sekhem

"if th' young princess is pious, then won't she spread th' influence o' the gods? a man o' th' coastal packs might earn a deity's favor."  from senmut, he'd learned how closely religion and royalty were tied. akashingo would prosper best if the judgment of its gods was respected wherever it spread. "n princess toula's own offspring could be consorts t' proper royalty, bring th' sea's blessings inta the line o' pharaohs?"

"naw, legs a bit too short fer that kinna trip. has there been scouts sent there, t' see what's it we're dealin' wi'?" he thought he'd heard of a bear cult, somewhere vaguely there, but that information seemed stale. "don't want no loner bands nor packs wi' shoddy foundations."

he pondered.

"...'nless we could, sorta, overtake one. nawt wi' teeth, jest... have our own rise so high up, th' packs become extensions o' th' mesa's wants."