Luneshale Pass Cerastes

Zaahira’s words and the way she speaks them are alarming. Her heart hammers. Perhaps it is naivety, but Eset felt she could, at least in small ways, safeguard the fellahin against a ruthless brunt of servantship. But Zaahira was a pack guardian, in this fact alone crept into her bones a fear of dark days and cold nights ahead-

“Nothing will come of it,” she interjects with a hale intonation, face taut with denial. Still she was glancing at every shadow. “Senmut will be Pharaoh. The princes will leave with their men and you will be Jodai.”

“Queen Toula will never let a tyrant supersede her pack,” she reminds her. Nothing will come of it- because they had Toula.