Lion Head Mesa thirty-seventh

An arranged marriage to benefit hunting grounds. He considered this a moment—Akashingo would be benefited from the extra hunting ground, given he couldn’t imagine what type of prey lived amongst them—but what did Brecheliant gain from it?

Wren rambled then—Akavir remained tight-lipped for a moment. Lilitu chose to leave—the man assuring him she was no prisoner amongst them. As such, Akavir selected another berry, the juices a burst of flavor upon his tongue. He wasn’t privy to Wren’s thoughts—simply trying to not draw much attention to her, should she mishap their names in her inebriation.

“Can I be honest with you, Senmut, erpa-ha?” His tone quieted now, his eyes intense as he studied the other man. It was not a glance of disdain—but nor was he warm.