Ocean's Breath Plateau seventy-second

Moontide.

If there was something to be done, she listened. When it was @Gucci to be carried upon her back, she walked with two fox pelts draped delicately over her spine. Above them, the neb. One for his comfort, the other for warmth, should the winter winds begin to chill him.

Protection, too, by her teeth, should there need be. Legend had grown quite attached to the presence of the noble.

She learned also, in this way, that the cold betrayed her. That Ra did not reach her any longer, by warm ray or scorching love. Only something much newer. Something unexperienced, and unlearned. The chill of the earth, seeping through her fur and touching her skin. And though she did not know Shu, Shu now knew her.

When Gucci was not upon her back or Bayek's, she was hunting while many rested. As Senmut ordered.

The terrace, she learned quickly to stay away from. All she could bring was small game, and when each was dropped, the nervous sweep of her tail and desperately low stomach was her apology before leaving again. It would stay that way. Until she was able to have help.

The next days came the same, until their pacing was slowed. Until they arrived in Moontide. Where her shoulders slumped, and she stood patiently poised in the mass of travel. Straight shoulders, a lifted head. Raven, raven, raven. A downed tail, attentive eyes. Attentive eyes upon the Moontide people.

Moontide.