Lion Head Mesa prolixus

germanicus listened.

he felt that the wolves of akashingo were only knit with intrigue. already it raised its head between the queen and the pharaoh. what would come of the mesa when the playboy egyptian must sire his heirs?

germanicus had been weary of court the day he knew he was born into it.

all his life he had avoided such, and now here he was amidst so very much.

slate spoke of a home and finding it here.

"the pharaoh named crowfeather royal chief physician. he will give you a title and you will want for little here." he had seen how the fellahin hunted for the wolves above them. "but you will exist in a world like no other, where your rank is determined by how much you gratify royal creatures."

he spoke openly and assuredly, though now the eagle turned his eyes upon slate to see her reaction.