Lion Head Mesa [m]dawn

His eyes found the sleepy mazoi, and Sayf felt instant relief. He wondered how long Sakai had been waiting for him; it made the fellahin feel guilty that he may have been here for some time, at least long enough to sleep. 

But the giant's greeting was soft and accompanied by the wave of his tail against the ground. Sayf could see no sign of irritation in his features and when he was invited to the handsome wolf's side, he eagerly accepted. The fellahin trotted over and curled up against the mazoi's large, muscled flank. He ran his muzzle through the white fur of Sakai's neck and then began to groom his shoulder. He was warm and kind, and Sayf was already becoming infatuated. 

I'm sorry it took me so long, he breathed against the mazoi's fur. I came as soon as I was able. He didn't want Sakai to think he had blown him off. In fact, he hadn't been able to keep the memories of the look in his eyes or the feeling of his teeth against the skin of his neck from his mind as he worked, no matter what he had been doing.