Blessed Kishar

Anshar had ruled but briefly when spring returned to his kingdom. With it came bountiful new heat, and the thick snows that winter had left in its wake crumbled against it. The rivers could not hold against the new tides, and the water burst from the banks to flood the valley. The King and his pride sheltered high upon the mountain in safety until the waters had moved on, and then descended to explore the changed valley. Anshar left for the borders, concerned for the security of his kingdom after so many days of absence. It was near the Eastern border that he found her.

She lay near the roots of a tree displaced by the waters, a thin rivulet still trickling away not far from where her paws rested. The numerous markings in her fur shone in the sunlight and her eyes gleamed with curiosity as they met Anshar's. Kishar, she was. Destined for him, and he for her. Their first meeting was one of quiet greetings under a pink sunrise, their hearts speaking through their eyes.

Spring and the flood had brought renewal to the land, but Kishar was the true gift to grace the kingdom. In her, Anshar found a mate to match his dire authority with unflinching grace. She bore him many cubs of unsurpassed beauty and skill.
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Queen of Anshar's rule.

You tell Beloved Kishar about this standoff you had with three dogs, and she idly wonders why you didn't just kill them all. She states the drooling mongrels fear her deadly claws.

Beloved Kishar sits next to you and watches the horizon for any incoming danger. Bees included.