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The princeguard moved with the confidence of a stag. Long strides, red-touched legs trotted as though they knew the land by heart. The trail of the prince had carried him to the edges of claimed land.

Pausing upon its edge, the wolf's snout drank of its scent.

Akashingo. @Rashepses would be there. He had traveled with an assortment of offerings. They would have been mad to deny him. And though their grounds were handsome, Siatum felt that he missed the riverlands. Ta-senet was far behind the princeguard.

A call was made at the southern end of their borders.