Lion Head Mesa I know you can hear me

ramesses was quite pleased when the man prostrated himself. he enjoyed having such large beasts about.
and yet there was no tavina here, no one to whom he might be passed off for bathing. 
"do you speak at all?" ramesses inquired, and here he ended his sentence with a purring sound, the note of one wolf to another. he knew many languages, but he had never been required to learn this. it was innate.
pharaoh stepped back. he signalled for the other to rise, undaunted by his height.