Hideaway Strath run away

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ramesses was collecting lore.
he thought of the things that kynareth had shared, mulled through the names provided by that rogue high priestess. congratulating himself with a silent grin, he pulled from his den, stretching beautifully before he went off for the day.
a drink of water before he sunned himself, offering a prayer to the true one, Amun, He Who Makes Life.
ramesses had become rather passable at hunting, though many times he emerged from the strathwood empty-jawed. today he did not mean to be the same, and took up the scent of quail bobbling through the undergrowth.
the man from the meeting.
if he applied his mind, he might have recognized that this man was in some way related to nyra's child, perhaps the pup's father. but he had not; he did not; he swanned forward with a feral little glint to his royal eyes, slipping to the other's flank before crossing his path and standing there.
"if you are half so enjoyable as your female counterparts, i will be a blessed man indeed," he purled with a lustful countenance, invading the other's space easily as he stared at the pretty coyoteblood features.