Lion Head Mesa con[m]igo

"i played senet with him once." belen continued her bathing, glassblue eyes finding that of the noble. she had not dared that day to push him further. but perhaps she might find an ally in her small counterpart. the fellahin knew she must be more forward. more daring. "he is very sad. i think he might benefit from another sort of companionship." subtly her paw slipped below the water, under guise of moving the last dirt from gucci's lower abdomen. and there she hovered, smoothing softly downward as she sought to fill his gaze with her own. "bathing is not all i do, noble one." dog or not. wolf or not. it did not matter. belen had learned to be cunning.