Lion Head Mesa ninety-seventh

Nasima could not hide the shine of gratitude that radiated from her gaze as she cast stolen sideways glances to the man who led her. He was handsome! Particularly in a savior-like way, for the tiny waif had been swift to realize that the life of a lone wolf was certainly not suited to her.

Never having been a capable hunter not only because of her desire to never hurt another being, but also from her lack of experience, the girl had thrived only on remnants she had found along her journey, supplemented with berries.

Thinning dangerously, she had tried to maintain the pace he set, so eager to please—and far more eager to see the court of the lovely Pharaoh!

Her headache subsided as they grew closer—her aw rendering her to silence as another announced their presence.

Surely, they would hear her heart beating so wildly in her chest!