Redhawk Caldera vanadium

Bayek had insisted on carrying the Sesh’s parcel. She had done it herself. The man wouldn’t make demands of her. He was there as a guardian, more than anything. The dark-furred woman had her business. It was not up to the Medjay to tell her how it should be conducted. 

At the border of Brecheliant, Tavina called for a member of their ranks. The scents at their border were strong. They had good numbers, from what he could tell. Bayek was curious about the visit. He had no reference for it’s importance. The Medjay was new to Akashingo and his role there would not be missed. Tavina’s, however… 

Bayek’s amethyst gaze shifted to her. He kept his snout dipped. Ears drawn back against the cold that was blown over him, flecked with snow. He hoped they would not wait long.