Lion Head Mesa I. Hebsut - Erpa-ha

ever the socialite, senmut offers his own thoughts, to which the auburn-bright ears are turned toward. she is quiet for a long note, jaw tightened in thought. greatwater wolves were monstrous, her gaze turns to legend, seeking concurrence; she, too, understood this. they are childish and primitive enough to send a boy to defile us. they see it as a legitimate act of defiance. they are clueless as to how the gods will punish them for it.
if it was greatwater lake, where were they stationed now? they would not be stupid enough to return to the dragon's mouth, would they?
akashingo is rich. those who would loan us soldiers should consider themselves lucky. but we must not be so pompous, you are right. he speaks of mereo. perhaps the land itself would be useful, but their numbers were not nearly strong enough to set a station there again. we will travel, then. look for recruits. perhaps we will find stateless men, if not from brecheliant or elsewhere.
legend, dove; zaahira's gaze softens upon her. will you assist with this process?