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

The thrill of the hunt masked all scent of the wild cat. Arsenio was working to frighten their intended target toward the gaping jaws of the other man. His mind was upon the chase and the queen they had left behind. He wanted only to finish their hunt so that he and Tamar could return to Satsu and then he could work to urge the lady home.

Much as he despised the Pharaoh, Arsenio could not help but to feel that his duties were easier to accomplish when they were in the protection of Akashingo.

The Greek hunter barked loudly, hoping to startle the sheep and offer Shoko a chance to latch his teeth to the animal’s throat. One swift bite, one tear of the man’s fangs, and the animal would fall.