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The warm light of his eyes darted to Pharaoh. It surprised Crowfeather to know that Satsu had taught the intimidating man many things. He marveled at his friend in a new way. It was no wonder such a powerful ruler had sought to make her a queen. The dark wolf understood what a special gift Satsu was. Did the man who called himself Pharaoh? Or was she merely a prize for him?

Crowfeather drew his tongue across his lips, a flash of bright pink against shadow.

Pharaoh, I- a sheepish expression swept along his narrow features as the yearling looked to his paws and tried to reduce the burning in his cheeks. I am afraid I know very- very little about pleasing women.

In fact, as the shadow had spent more time beside the man with the lapis gaze, he had come to realize just how handsome Pharaoh was. It was disarming how much power he had in the simple movement of his lips, the creases near his gaze. All with a look, the ruler was a powerful man.