Lion Head Mesa seven foot frame, rats along his back

I am well, Pharaoh, she said, pacing as close to him as he'd allow. She settled upon her haunches, letting a long and deep breath pass through her nostrils. She had gotten used to the mesa's air and biome; it suited her, and she smiled briefly before speaking again.

Congratulations, Maegi purred. I've heard that pups have been born here in the last few days.

That was good, she thought, eyes raking sidelong along the attendant's frame. Akashingo would be strong. They are yours? she asked, cocking her head.