The lands around the mesa had started to become familiar to the man. He set out across an open prairie that was tinged with frost in the early morning. The cold against his rough paws sent chills along his flesh. The Medjay stopped to sniff at the remains of a fox. It’s dead eyes looked up to the sun.
Bayek squinted at the light, continuing on his path with quickened steps. He admired the stretch of mountain in the distance. Great stone reaching for the skies and finding cloud. The wolf thought it would be a great feat to scale them. He thought of the rough stone beneath his feet.
The trek to the mountains would take time. He had matters that needed attending, first.
Bayek squinted at the light, continuing on his path with quickened steps. He admired the stretch of mountain in the distance. Great stone reaching for the skies and finding cloud. The wolf thought it would be a great feat to scale them. He thought of the rough stone beneath his feet.
The trek to the mountains would take time. He had matters that needed attending, first.
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