Lion Head Mesa Per-aa

They weren’t different, and yet, she wanted to learn more about them.

“Ah. Ta-Senet.” She did not know of it, but that did not matter. “No, but perhaps with time I will know. I was taken from home, I escaped my captors. I found this land.” She explained it plainly.

She paused, just for a mere moment, before she thought of something that might be interesting. “Growing up, my parents were nobles, not leaders, but a high status. They made sure I was taught about our pack, the history. Perhaps it may seem a sensitive topic, but I have studied the art of mummification. To be sure that those who pass from this life, have a successful journey to the next.”

Did this kingdom believe in this? Did they know of the preservation of one’s soul?