Qeya River and you’re a vulture

Her fur prickled.

Something had offset the once kindness of Sakhmet upon their return to the river. She was fiercely protective of the land, even moreso of those who called Natigvik home.

So who had come calling for Amalia alone?

The scent of blood on the breeze spoke to her of bad news.

She arrived with a hard stance and a harder gaze upon the ragged arrivals, but she did not speak. Amalia had already asked the important parts.