Redhawk Caldera eighty-fourth

having only listened and studied thus far, zaahira found these brecheliant wolves to be unimpressive. how could one not take the offer of protection and trade from the strongest kingdom on this side of the world? based on the looks that lingered on the faces of the three birds, the distinct feeling one gets when someone thinks you're weird also began to creep up her spine. a coolness settles over her expression as she clears her throat, vying to get a word of her own in.
we can understand that, her tone is fair and collected, the hard eyes focusing now on the dark coated woman who spoke on behalf of her people. we only felt it would be a desirable exchange should you have soldiers you would be willing to send to our aid.
our military is split between our northern and southern claims. while muat-riya is able to protect itself given its size, our numbers within akashingo are... less than desirable, given recent happenings. a glance to senmut; a lift of her brow that would perhaps only be noticeable to him.
pharaoh is a gentle and kind woman. she does not like bloodshed. we, too, desire peace; but see, our hand is being forced.