Lion Head Mesa scarlet

"a man has come to akashingo. he has asked to see you. he wears the face of a fox and he told me you are a runaway royal from your people."
"when you see him, i want this man to look at how we have honored you here." he spoke nothing of the reward he expected from whatever functioned as a king in the young wolf's packland. 
pharaoh tilted his head. "if I were to suddenly appear in your territory, i would be entitled to the respect i now have."
his eyes flicked over crowfeather. the boy had been offered regular bathing but he was bedraggled from the sleeping pelts and drawn in the dim light of the small room. "if you are a prince there you are one here as well. you only do not comprehend what it means to be treated as one." ramesses stepped back, toward the door.
"now, get up, get up. there are preparations to be made. by this hour tomorrow you will feel yourself understanding what it means to be a prince."