Lion Head Mesa I know you can hear me

Mazoi. Guardian. His new purpose.

Then, bestowed upon.. a name, Khaba. His new identity.

Grateful, the beast gave a faint chuff, dipping his snout low in acceptance.

Then when the white one moved on, Khaba followed. 

Through the trek, he walked with enough distance between them to show respect, but was close enough in case a threat befell the smaller man. Nothing ill would become of him... not in the new mazoi's presence. He was sure of such.