Lion Head Mesa A fake brother, who steals your jeans.

"i am belen." she tried to keep her eagerness from showing; she looked down at her own paws, noting how she needed to buff the claws once more. the pharaoh would order a meal when he entered the chambers, of this she was sure. and belen was not certain she should serve lilitu before the royal man. "you are from ...?" belen prompted, having overheard the names of several allies but unsure from where this girl hailed. she wanted to ask a hundred questions. she wondered if lilitu was accustomed to having servants. belen's glassblue eyes were filled with an interest she could not hide.