Northstar Vale the scarlet lord

ramesses was most apt in the pursuit. his was a grand sailing, though he kept closer to the wolves of akashingo.
"take whatever you can carry," the pharaoh invited in a proud voice as he watched the mesa warriors flicker among the shadows.
if there was no war to be fought, ramesses would take his pleasure elsewhere.
it was he who found the marks of fur which remained all of arlette, and he frowned. 
but in the end of it all, pharaoh chose to say nothing. he paced from new densite to another. "we will go back through the canyon," he decided aloud, for the pleasure of his own commands. "surely the dogs have left something useful."