Lion Head Mesa adze

not a wolf.
a coyote then; or the little bug-eyed monster at crowfeather's bedside, each closer to being family to this priest. could they be trusted?
he is one of my people.
this did not fit for satsu. ramesses was the pinnacle of a man. he was above the lesser creatures, the trinkets, which decorated his bed.

she is disturbed by his words. but he mentions something else - pivots the conversation to focus upon her, and she all smiles, rose-pink and bashful.
i... hunger, that is all.

satsu moves to nose at his throat, tucking her face against him. pressing herself close to hum a soft song during a brief embrace.
and i worry -- for sabah. and for the future, if the attacks never cease, and they are always at risk. if the master of the guard could be targeted and taken from them, what else could they lose?