Lion Head Mesa Wither

The hebsut heard a voice at the door — the princess of the backwater! It did not trouble Jawahir to be found; they had been quick to enjoy themselves, and now stood tidying the space again. They stopped this to draw towards the door just as Lilitu entered.

Did you need something, nebet? Their voice was light, with eyes averted in the customary submissive manner. The coyote could still feel the warmth of those furs pressed upon their body and felt thrilled.