Valley of Gold bone & wine

it would have warmly amused khusobek to know her thoughts, as mazoi carried many messages without formal meet and little interest in recalling faces. 

but he did not know them, and so busied his own mind with consideration of her beauty and how it suited her to be here amid the golden field. "your departure is not my decision to make. our pharaoh is kind. she wants alliances. it may be that you are able to reach an agreement of greatly benefit to the wolves of ...?" she had not given a name to her encampment, and he was curious.

ironspine remained silent, and of this khusobek approved. "what sort of strife? war? were you and these children made to flee?" as he spoke he turned his eyes on the mountains, remembering vaguely where the willow forest stood.