Lion Head Mesa threw it away, but now i say

power-playing sayf with permission! <3

Diantha had not been long with this rather... peculiar set of wolves. But she was finding herself settling in. She was treated well. And she waited. She could not know exactly when her body would decide to revolt against her, but when it did, she would be ready to do what the pharaoh expected—no, demanded—of her. This was a trade, after all. She was kept safe from whatever beasts roamed outside this place, and in return she would give the prince heirs. All-in-all, not a terrible deal. And she didn't have to love him, which was a bonus.

When a silver and russet coyote—@Sayf—came running to her and beckoned her to come help with the most worried look Diantha had ever seen, she followed begrudgingly. She did not think this was the prince she was promised.

And when the potent smell of blood washed over her, she realized why he had come for her. Good grief! For a moment, she wasn't even sure that the coyote that lay on the ground was even alive. If she was, she wasn't too far from death. But she heard a wheeze, and Diantha determined that it would be wise to call for @Ramesses. Plus, it might get her on his good side if she reported such a heinous act.