Luneshale Pass Mine and yours

The moon held high.

In her mouth, the feather that Rashepses gave. Greedily, she'd hogged it to herself, but eventually the night called and her duties bubbled forward. Tracking Senmut down took her time, and she did not howl to give indication of her coming. Instead, it was by ear, by the sound of his steps and breath, and by the smells she could manage to catch that she found him.

She approached @Senmut low, with a message to deliver for his ears.