Lion Head Mesa djed

Charles was enjoying his life of luxury. He didn't really need it to change, and honestly, he hoped that this woman that he would be married to would move back to wherever she came from after the marriage. He had no need for some woman in his life, honestly, but Charles knew that he was dependent on Ramesses' whims when it came to this. If the man wanted him to marry, or worse, then the coywolf would need to subjugate himself to that. Otherwise it was back to life as a scavenger. A life without the luxury he'd grown so attached to.

A life without berries.

He looked a little better from being cleaned and groomed properly before this meeting by the wolves of Akashingo who tended to his every whim, but it was hard to look less patchy with his thin fur and the scars that broke up his fur every here and there. If only they could see me now, he thought to himself, with thoughts of his brothers and mother burning in his mind as he stepped into the lavish open-air throne room with an air of importance, carrying himself as though he was the coolest guy around. It was easier to gain such confidence in the light of being treated like royalty.

Yet as his eyes fell onto the Pharaoh he licked his lips and his shoulders sunk somewhat in an automatic response of submission. His eyes fell on the berries, then back on Ramesses, and then he waited until his bride to be would arrive, too.

He hoped she was nothing like Nyra.