Luneshale Pass --the overture--

There was something striding about in the canyon.

A feline striding into view, as though this was their litter box. They were of the same ilk, a domestic dog and a domestic cat, neither were anyone would expect to find them.

Akhtar watched.

Out for a walk, Bastet-blessed? He would call seconds later, trying not to alert any of his more bitey brethren.