Lion Head Mesa thamir alward

his attention shifted to focus upon all that the newcomer was; jawahir let it happen, wished it be so, for the more that the jewel could provide for him the more favor they could derive from him.

giving him a moment to speak for himself, for the woman to say her bit, and jawahir slid cat-like alongside pharaoh with a possessive gleam in their eye.

they would not speak for him; by now jawahir knew how much he loved the sound of his own voice and the sharing of titles, and besides, the coyote was much too keen on studying the pale girl anyway.