Lion Head Mesa scythe & grain

Her guard had been roused. Her hairs went prickly, and unlike Khusobek, there was no shift in posture. Instead, she glanced towards the figures, yet continued to take eye upon their surroundings. 

No face, no age, no eyes, were beyond leaking venom. Her smile still remained, but whether or not it turned truly friendly would be up to the cards, and the nature as to these intruders. Her tail stayed on Khusobek's back. If she saw a threat, she'd tap it.