Colder and colder, the lands were beginning to embrace the coming winter. Frost clung to the grass. Some places had already been dusted in frigid snow. Much to the Medjay’s relief, the areas around the mesa were relatively warm. There would be plenty of snow to wade through, but it would not fall as heavily as it might in the mountain range.
Bayek fished in the cold waters of the creek. His robust figure was seen splashing about until he had found an ideal perch. It was there that the man waited patiently, amethyst eyes trained on the flowing water. He lunged and pulled a fish from the waters with swift skill. One bite and he had ceased its thrashing.
Bayek fished in the cold waters of the creek. His robust figure was seen splashing about until he had found an ideal perch. It was there that the man waited patiently, amethyst eyes trained on the flowing water. He lunged and pulled a fish from the waters with swift skill. One bite and he had ceased its thrashing.
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