Blackfeather Woods two because you won’t push me around

backdated to the 14th.

It was exactly where the former pharaoh had promised her she would not be, and yet here she was. Refused by Khaba, she moved north. Her eyes sought movement, peering warily around every corner. The forest was dark and foreboding, but the girl pressed on, wondering which face she would put on for the next path she crossed.

The fragrance that enveloped her could attract all kinds of wolves, and she would be quick to defend herself if she sensed danger.