Lion Head Mesa the oracle told him to beware the Ides

Even the dawn after he was received by Akashingo, he did not rest.

No, the eagle son was training. The first Fellahin to meet his eye had become a sparring partner, though he was well aware he was laying the poor coyote out more often than not. The boy tossed his head after the final time, frustration evident, and the poor servant was allowed to scamper away.

He shook himself, morning dew clinging to his fur as the sun’s first rays finally reached him. In that moment, looking at the sunrise, he wondered if his father looked at it from his canyon seat, if they looked upon the same sunrise, the same sunset.

Aquillius felt worlds away.