Lion Head Mesa basium

set for early evening on the 25th <3 since sen is wrapped in the war plot, tagging @Toula @Gucci @Naberius @Harakhte

their path from the stone bridge had been waylaid by snow of all things, enough to make moving across the slick rock treacherous. a drop in elevation had ended that obstacle, but now there was the second mountain to climb.

germanicus called for rest at regular intervals and hunted small game, offering what he caught to the others and eating sparsely himself, returning to the habit of harder rations as they marched. by now, he felt all that remained of his scent was wandering, of the mountain places and scrubforest, washed of kvarsheim and riverclan alike.

on the fourth day, the flatlands could be glimpsed between the foliage hanging along their path.

on the fifth, the trio of travelers descended into kintla and germanicus pointed to the gigantic structure of wind-carved red stone. "that is akashingo."

what seemed like a short walk was deceptive roil of land studded with boulders and thorns, which swallowed them as they went down into it, and as the summer's heat burned into night, germanicus murmured that they should halt. "once we are in view of their sentries, they will inform the ruler of our coming."

here it was now, afternoon dipping to gentle dusk, when germanicus stood with @Akavir and @Wren at juncture of grassland to red sand which stretched a several minutes' walk to the palace itself. he paced briefly, gathering scent, and glanced up toward the creek wolves. "the pharaoh makono is no longer here. the land bears the stamp of her sister toula."

with that, germanicus called out for the wolves of akashingo, announcing himself as former mereoan and ally to the reign of the second pharaoh. 

nothing now but to wait.