Lion Head Mesa save the last dance [wp]

Aquene was not shy when it came to blood and gore. She had become desensitized to it at an early age, treating things diligently. It used to be that she could not stand the scent of blood lingering on her paws even after washing and scrubbing against rocks in the riverbed… but now it was a mere fact of life.
 
Thankfully, Mereo had been in times of peace, and thus it had not been required. However, that did not mean that it would always be. “I do not think they would either… despite the animosity currently between them and the Imperator because of my position, I consider them close friends and I would like to believe they would not leave anyone in Mereo for dead if they could help.” She stated with a certainty in her voice, a soft smile at the mention of their relationship.
 
“It is… she used to live here, in Akashingo… Arsenio bargained her freedom from the Pharaoh so she could come with him to Mereo… it is one of my favorite stories. They are the model of what I hope my sons might find in love when they are older.”