Lion Head Mesa the tower

eljay did not seem inclined to eat; the fenwolf seemed, exactly, rather flustered. shy. he was not an emperor, clearly, nor did the man fashion himself a god. still they would wait before the tour began. "are you close with the calderans?" 
as jawahir had not yet returned, ramesses had not been appraised of the disbandment nor brecheliant's move into the formerly inhabited territory. he wanted to draw the auspex out of himself; he wished to take the full measure of the man.
another swathe of time. another pause. ramesses ate and drank with relish and eventually pushed aside the remains.
"i suppose i should ask you why you have come. it would have been more polite." he probed once more into the face of the other wolf.