Venemous Bitches

There was no explanation for her reason for being here of all places, her dear brother so far from her side. As far as Amunet was concerned she was here merely because in some way it was willed of her. So for the time being she would wander as she wished, though she kept a careful ear to the ground for her dear Pharaoh's call. Then she would gladly return to his side and tell him of all her little escapades and all she had learned.

First would be to learn of the mortals and their customs, maybe even find her way to a pack of some sort. Reconnaissance, that's what she figured she ought to do. And where better to start than here? Already she had picked up the scent of an unknown yearling, tongue flicking hungrily between gleaming ivories, the woman slunk her way towards the strange little creature. Though little was a relative term, by all accounts the ember laced wolf before Amunet was her own height, but the sweet scent of a wolf who had yet to reach their sexual maturity told her they were at least younger than herself.

"Admiring a view?" She hissed, just barely loud enough to be heard above the pounding of the cascading water, she slithered up along the strange yearling's side, perhaps closer than was sane but she was hardly concerned by the "danger" a mortal such as this could pose.

"Sweet little lies"