Lion Head Mesa fear is the mind killer

Sihaya could see he was been evaluated by the sharp look in his company’s eyes. He could not of known he stood before Akashingo’s queen.

“Akashingo?” he echoed. “Is that what the pack is called? A fine name,” he complimented. Respectful flattery was always a promising way to make good acquaintances.

“My name is Sihaya El-sayal of Golden Dunes,” he dipped his head as if to do a proper curtsey. “I have left my kind for better pastures. I was the messenger and diplomat for my pack’s Reverend Mother – ah, lead female,” Sihaya corrected himself. He paused thoughtfully as head swiveled like a snake’s. “I have something of a thirst for knowledge and can help you with reconnaissance of friends and foes alike.” Another pause. “I also seek to expand my talents… I am not opposed to assuming a different role.”

His narrow face tilted as if to ask the strong woman’s thoughts.