Lion Head Mesa No remorse for the helpless one

while he often spent most of his time at Rashepses side, there was the occasion he would take to his role as mazoi of the mesa, rather kingsguard of the semer-wati. 

toward the outer rim of the territory, close to the border, an unfamiliar scent graced his nostrils. 

calm, while still on alert, he approached, letting loose a deep chuff to announce himself to the stranger. you are close to the borders of Akashingo, stranger. a warning of caution, while his firm gaze also posed the question, "is there a reason why?"