Boartusk Heights Black-tailed

reyna smiles at the sign of respect, though barely softens her posture. her precious boy came trotting to her side. she let himself weave between her legs, where it was safe. may this serve as a lesson how to speak to outsiders — if only her daughters were here to learn alongside.

the titles the woman spoke with were unfamiliar — she could only presume they were the language of the sand people. strange and useless in these lands.
temptation to send them over to wreak havoc in the kingdom's troublesome neighbors and displace them boiled within her. but there, indeed, were strangers near her land. one she had not yet the time to investigate herself.

just below here, i'd caught a scent of strangers. i'm not sure how many.

still, to come and ask her. was it out of suspicion for her kingdom? had their nonsense reached even the desert's ears? reyna's eyes narrowed, and feeling mighty again after so long she decides to tempt fate.

why have you approached us with this question? blood was too precious to shed in capture of some fool from a desert kingdom — especially one with so few soldiers of their own, they've had to ask for charity. 
after all, we are not the only ones dwelling in these hinterlands.