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Akashingo called for aid, and Ta-senet answered. Their militia grew weekly, amassing the most dangerous and skilled muscle in the south. So confident was the king that this was the genesis of the most powerful fleet known to wolfkind: Mereo.

But no seasoned warrior met their border this day. Had Ta-senet sent a squire? Upon approach the riverlord’s nostrils flared in disaffection only for his eyes to fall upon the once-familiar face of Inaros. A child no more, who stood before him was a young man.

Rashepses’ laugh resounded, greatly amused and yet passionately he clapped an arm around the yearling, letting the familial scents of the river fill him.

“You, baby brother, have come to serve the Red Kingdom?” It was a look that teased as much as it delighted. How his face had changed!