Lion Head Mesa [m]dawn

The mazoi was hungover, which was not surprising. Sayf had supplied plenty of berries to everyone last night. He figured most everyone probably had hangovers this morning. There is a place nearby—the bathing pools. Later, I'll take you there and if you'd like, I can clean your fur for you. some liked this and some didn't. Sayf didn't mind either way, usually, except with Sakai he couldn't help but fantasize about what it might be like to run cool water through his coat. He also couldn't help the need to spend more time with the giant. Sayf liked the way he made him feel.

When he mentioned Tamar, the fellahin suddenly wondered if the mazoi had been entertained by her. He was surprised to realize that he might be a little jealous, even though he had no right to be. As for her being upset, Sayf thought she always seemed that way. He could tell she was not happy here, but he had not probed her for a reason. The jealous feeling wavered when he mentioned the fight and that he had been pulled away to serve justice to the stupid man. Yes, it is foolish to anger the pharaoh. he was certain the party crasher had been dealt a fitting punishment. He couldn't stop the bashful smile that crossed his face when the giant paid him a compliment. And you were our handsome protector, he said, heat filling his gaze. The fellahin liked that he was soldier.

Sayf chuckled in response to the pet name and the question. Mostly just drunk partiers, he answered. Not nearly as dramatic as your night seemed to be. 

His expression shifted to something more serious, needy. He placed a delicate paw on the giant's broad chest. I could not keep you from my thoughts all night, he admitted before nuzzling his face into the thick fur of the mazoi's neck.