Hoshor Plains sweet grass

Heph passed through and between the camps as she did her best to host well. She would help where it was needed, lifting and giving directs for she had scouted earlier, and also providing what she knew of the plans for the hunt as well. When she passed by the intersection between the camps once more she saw a familiar face. "Seal! It's good to see you, how are you and Moonspear?" The young wolf had also travelled to Muat-Riya and the coronation of Akashingo's pharaoh. She held something which smelled faintly bitter, but mild and offered "a drink for strength and a calm mind." Heph felt her nerves, felt her excitement and her pounding heart and took it with a hearty thanks. "I'll need it. Thank you!" It tasted odd to her, she had never had it before, but in time she would feel a steadiness in her limbs and head. Enough to give her a much needed edge in the hunt ahead.