safiya's summons brought pharaoh at a dark clip. she was not alone. a wounded man and two children were close at hand.
but a recent attack by mountain-wolves, a stalled alliance, and his own insecurities made Horus cold. he flew over the dunes and thought the sesh would follow more slowly, and now his golden eyes bored into them all.
ashait was also here, and for his mazoi was khaemwaset grateful. what is this? he asked of safiya, staring first at the man and then each of the young in turn. two tall youths and one smaller. the man himself was built powerfully as the others in jakten. and the scent of rot was on the air, old torn flesh and pooled blood. they were in need of assistance, and he was not certain he wished to give it.