Lion Head Mesa okurimono

"is that not so clever?" he jested to jawahir, though his look of approval was for the dancer alone. "akashingo," he said again, and sighed aloud. pharaoh was more than smitten with the dry, remote place, for it was those who inhabited as gems which made the earth rich.
"come, i will tour you below," ramesses purred, nipping the coyote's ear with a controlled seize of his teeth. 
his gaze shifted back to satsu. she need not accompany him for this portion.
laughing, singing notes of a song, pharaoh melted below-ground with his jewel.