Lion Head Mesa Thárros

they did not appreciate the drawl of the man's voice, but paid it little attention. the fact that the man accepted this name rather than their title was fine enough, there was no need to fight over something so simple. it was too early for such things and jawahir had not slept well, if at all, and so they were more invested with getting their work done.

jawahir moved with care across the mesa. the sway of their hips did not seem as pronounced outside the view of the pharaoh, though an athleticism remained within the coyote's thin body. so often this one was called jewel or treated as a woman might be treated; yet as they moved across the warming rock, they took on a masculine swagger.

the lady asked for something from her personal collection, jawahir advised as they went. an ear turned to listen to the warrior move, and then a slight turn of their head indicated where they were going next: the grove in the distance. there are caches there of things crowfeather once used, but also meals stored for the fellahin. i will see if one is fresh there, and you may take it to her.

it was some distance off, still. they would roam together.