Lion Head Mesa Quarters

Sayf was agreeable and respectful, and Sptah smiled at him, nodding as he spoke and immediately following him as he began to take them elsewhere. He pondered the coyote's question aloud, saying slowly, "I... know I want something a bit more... private." He did not at all want to be in the middle of the hustle and bustle. "And I want thick, soft furs for bedding." Something that would make him feel less alone; since his mother's death, he had withdrawn from mostly everyone. Siptah couldn't think of what else he might want.