Two Eyes Cenote sixty-first

A deep sigh left the priest, raising his head in the manner of a seasoned detective. Akhtar murmured a soft prayer beneath his breath.

Set, then. If the god is one of ours. Who knows what heathenry the coyotes have brought upon this land, what holes they’ve allowed to open. He turned to Senmut.

If it is to be war, we will require aid. Sekhmet. Maahes. If it is not Set who brought this upon us, though I hope to not do this, we reach to him. Akhtar closed his eyes against the suggestion, as if he could hide from it.

Aid. Wherever we can find it. May the gods preserve the reign of a war-queen, though Toula did not wish to be.

Greatwater. The coyotes. Turmoil followed Akashingo’s heels closer than scavengers followed a war party.