Deepwood Weald ghabat hadia

stubborn is not my word for them, jawahir sighs, rolling their eyes. for a moment a dreamy look ensconces their face and shifts to something sharper, almost annoyed. but i will play the game.
becoming whomever or whatever the wolf desires, for a time, and for a price. to work magic and change the minds of those in power. it will only benefit them in the long run and thankfully, jawahir is patient.
mmn, it is warm... the coyote arches their back and stretches, feeling the heat of the sun follow the curve of their spine, drawing close to their sister for a playful muzzling against anarkali's neck.
where will you go, sister? this land is vast. there are many prospects - or will you stay, knowing that pharaoh favors you?