Nosakhere, Male Lykuhna
Lucy, Female Blood Kuhna
Two shapes lay silluhetted against the baring sun over the sand dunes. One, though dark shaggy fur shurely left him no comfort from the heat, held his head high, his tails waving gently. His almost sloppy gait and is harsh panting seemed almost canine. The other, a femninine shape, held her head and tails down submissively. Her black and blood fur left her panting gently in the heat, delicate paws makeing slow way as to not slip on the sand. "Khere, What exactly are we looking for, again? There doesn't seem to be anything in this place. Nothing but lots and lots of sand." Her voice was high and quiet.
But the lykuhna didn't seem to think her weak and in need of gentle words. Even to a very observant onlooker, the use of a pet name that the male obviously couldn't stand should've been hint enough of the mischief she held. "We aren't looking for anything, Luce. Nafarious wants us to make sure there isn't anything here. We are going to put something here if it meets his wishes."
"Why does it always have to be hot as the underworld, though?" The female asked, quietly. Though, somehow, without sounding annoyed or angry at all. As if merely seeing a fact and asking why like a kit, not actually complaining about it.
"Perhaps," thought the lykuhna in responce, "It is because Master Nafarious looks up to the lord of the underworld."