Dahozhoni Meadow guillemot

She'd pause and motion her head towards the sun. Where Ra held his eye and watched them all with a threat of scorch and a burning love of warmth. 

"Only those of Akashingo. Of Muat-riya. Pharaoh's word, it is God." Then, when her eyes touched still over his own again and her tail moved to a bushy bounce, she fixed her posture. Where familiarity grew strong under her pads, she flourished. "You will find many others lurking the grounds of Teekon."