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Njal had gone, and with him had fled Hatshepsut's desire to remain at the Glacier. Tuwawi was kind enough, and the Egyptian's heart was not too hard to have been unaffected when Larus disappeared. Several days of tracking had brought her nothing but an inadvertent stumble onto the very place where the boy was being kept.

She had not drawn his scent; all that filled her nostrils was the scent of brine, reminding her of the snowfall that had been Ankh's coat. These days, the Regent disallowed herself from thinking too keenly upon the Pharaoh; it would not end well for her if she grew attached on mere basis of their shared pasts.

A wave crashed against the stone surface of a cliff, and Hatshepsut flinched involuntarily, but recovered herself quickly. A pack resided here; she tersely joked unto herself that it must be comprised of madwolves, and the dominating fragrance was female, a curiosity that gave her pause, lapis eyes peering interestedly into the claimed lands.

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