Around her was a clammering. Another large wolf in the distance panting with panic. Another meant to soothe. Pheonix orange and blue gaze lifted, though there was none of her own here to sooth her. None which might understand the interpretation her gods. Although, it seemed the message was rather clear enough.
The pheonix struggles, but she does once more rise again. She looks around with a hopefulness of seeing Setemhotep on the horizon, but she does not.
هحاول أكون أحسن.She repeats, a promise to her gods.


