Nodding, Nakhtmin grunted a laugh, Still, if he threatens her, it would bring joy to my heart watching you do so. Enough that I might not protest being denied the honour, myself. Or at least, would only complain a little.

The little goddess was yet unacquainted with war. Death for her kin was a temporary state of affairs, when great magics preserved their souls in Duat. And her family had long used strength to enforce diplomacy. So he thought it wise their determination to send her here, to foreign lands, and continue her learning. For kindness and goodness of heart to be true, it needs must be proven against forces that discouraged them. He would protect her in the tempering of these virtues, so that they, like oryx spears, did not turn brittle. Perhaps the emperor would be of use in such endeavors.

Ashait preferred to ask of Nakhtmin, though, so he grinned back, and swished his tail. This was a topic he could continue at length. Let them try to stand against me, if they are brave enough! He laughed. Alas. I do not think I will spill wolf blood, tonight. But nor will I not deny them the right to test their mettle — if any come wandering, I shall not be found idle!