Lion Head Mesa Power, Is Power.

lmao poor wolf

pharaoh bore several lacerations across his own muzzle and down along his cheek. it remained to be seen what amount of his beauty would be lost. this frustrated the man almost as much as maggie's downed body, and he let out his breath in a serrated tight sigh.
ramesses watched in anger as jawahir drew closer. he was glad that the jewel remained unscathed, but the pale bird — she would be lost without a physician.
sabah drew closer. pharaoh gazed thoughtfully at her watchful figure and then pushed himself into motion. "bring her to your queen. perhaps she knows some soothing trick of the light." ramesses was solemn, and then turned back to the pair of courtesans. "jawahir. you will go and raise an alarm, from here toward those mountains. say whatever must be said. frighten all who hear. tell them of nyra's face and black heart."
pharaoh had grown grim.
"tell them the saints have risen to conquer again."
he did not need to tell the coyote to keep their name separate from that of the saints.
with that, he was silent; he would help sabah to load their sorry cargo and accompany them both back to the mesa. 
only a drying pool of blood would mark where maggie had fallen.
but before they could turn away, satsu was beside him, frantic. "nyra came to us. i told her akashingo no longer belonged to the saints, and offered her good terms. she attacked, of course she did. maggie came to my aid."
his mind worked swiftly, distantly. "i have just ordered jawahir to sound an alarm against the saints. but perhaps your guests might be better suited for it. tell that roman dog to carry a message to whatever packs he claims to know. tell them of the saints. and offer them an invitation to our wedding feast."
yes, ramesses was cruel in this moment; brimming with irritation he sought to sunder anyone around him. "you dictate whatever missive you see fit." he bent his head to touch maggie's cheek, agonized a moment.