Shy Deer Steppes in the junkyard, it's every dog for himself.

Cameo unless directly addressed.

The guard prowled a good distance from the lady queen’s path, just far enough that he could keep her within his sights and to make sure that he could reach her before another might try. Arsenio was certain she was tired of his presence, his loud voice, but he did not test her in the same ways that he did the maid girl. Satsu was the queen and she belonged to the Pharaoh – he would never contest this.

Ahead, there was an unfamiliar figure. Arsenio watched with a cold stare; head lowered into a hunter’s prowl. For the time being, he kept his distance. The ice of his eyes did not leave the man across from the queen.