Cricket Creek Bog hippopotamus

the wanderlust was beginning to sharpen in ramesses.
nyra had left to found another vanguard, or pack, or something else — he had not cared to know, though it was his responsibility to know.
he suspected the brat and the pretty boy would be going with her, which only inflamed his lusts.
it was rottingly hot today. he travelled until Ra caught him and sank the man into the thick waters of a bog, where he panted and lay his head back against the firmer earth.
pharaoh swayed there, senses deadened but eyes trained in wonder at the shimmer of heat which had made him so lethargic.