Lion Head Mesa shaduf [m]

Ramesses' smile was unwavering as always as he heard Charles' stunted story. Then he suggested that perhaps Osiris chose an appearance specifically to please Charles. It made so much sense that he was so charismatic, knowing now that he was a god all along. Charles knew little about gods, but he knew that they were much bigger than wolves could ever be. It did not surprise him much that such creatures would exist. But if they truly did, then why would they cast their eyes on someone as lowly as Charles himself? He could not help but wonder.

To the suggestion, after a stunned silence the coywolf cast a heated, What? No! that betrayed the hidden longing he had felt for Osiris. Another question from Ramesses, then. What had he said? Many things...

One stuck to Charles the most. He asked, uhm... What was the word again? Demanded — for to be spoken to as leader. It stuck by Charles so much because after that, Osiris had attacked him. He cast his gaze away, feeling the burning shame of what had happened after that.