Greatwater Lake thirty-fifth

Perhaps Zaahira's own arrival had been the final straw for the land of red sands. The call to action was quick, much quicker than she had anticipated, but that aside, when Senmut calls for her, she follows.
Foreign was this Lake, now; a place she called home only weeks ago, but now, as she weaves through the bracken and gazes upon the woodlands that surround it, the anger bubbles. It churns and twists in her abdomen as she casts a wide glance toward her fellow mazoi. Khusobek, she'd learned his calling was. 
Sticky summer heat is hot on her back, and that is what she thinks about when Khaba comes into view. The white-hot rays of sun, the stiffness of his posture as he denies his wrongdoings. Little red heart pounds and breath grows shallow. 
Betray no one? she is quick to pipe up, a clap of thunder in a cool gray storm. One paw is outstretched. A threat.
Selena is dead.