Lion Head Mesa 羽毛 gaichū

Nephele’s eyes widened. The king was to marry Satsu, marry her and yet presumably keep Jawahir in his bed.

My congratulations. She said, tipping her head and idly swaying her tail left and right. The coyote on the distant rock went noticed, but she did not call her out. This one looked worried, so worried she was afraid the poor thing would have a heart attack if Nephele spoke about her.

I would be happy to accompany you outside the borders, if you so desire me to. Though, we may need to recruit more if I am to, I don’t want to leave the borders undefended for long.