Lion Head Mesa Third Time's the Charm?

He had spent the last of the cold, dark months  wrapped in the inviting warmth of the home he had found among the Akashingo wolves. He combed out his pelt every morning, and woke to welcome the sun.

Today, however, he was a bit muzzy headed due to some…not infrequent indulging on things unfit for most priests worth their salt. It was as such he rounded the corner just in time to see a small, stumbling little form peering into the room of Pharoah.

Why, that wouldn’t do. Who knew what the child would see in there!

Good morning, young prince. Came his gentle demure. He assumed this one was the prince, he had heard about his escapist tendencies.

Let us not wake your lord father yet. Come, welcome the sun with me.