Lion Head Mesa palm

she would find him overlooking the bank where stones were carried each day. he had no retinue here; he had sent them to follow siptah. any eye drawn would see the prince walking here and there, instructing the others in the creation of satsu's tomb.
it was a somber task for one so young.
"the lioness stirs in akashingo," pharaoh joked dryly as makono stalked toward him with purpose. for once he was without aplomb, his white fur stained with the red mud churned by many paws beside the river.