Lion Head Mesa weighing feathers

How could he have believed it would be simple?

Foxfur sank, his patience rubbed raw. The warrior could not understand why the wolves in this land enjoyed playing with words. The Pharaoh tried to piece rationality into his reasons, but there were none. The man was playing games, and this was clear in the glint that had struck within his gaze.

The warrior watched the Pharaoh return to his throne. When the man spoke again, it garnered a deep frown. Foxfur could not understand what this man wanted.

If he is esteemed as you say, respected by you and your people… I imagine he did not become this way without reason. Surely, the boy has paid his due. Once he has been returned to his father, I am certain that the Starsea’s ruler would have you awarded.

The tired figure tilted his head.

If I did not know better, you have something on your mind that you would like. Let’s hear it.


He tired of talking.