Lion Head Mesa eighth

I am guessing here, but I am assuming (you know what they say about assuming) that there are many wolves/servants etc here for such a grand affair, but i can edit or change if need be.

Reyson as always stuck his foot in his mouth. He was not good with the conversations especially when he was in a place that prickled his fur the wrong way anyway. He didn't like Akashingo, it made him uncomfortable. Too closed in, too many bodies, to many lushs.

Reyson furrowed his brow again. You have nothing to fear from me anyway. As for Princess Mokona, I could not dare to make a guess as to what she thinks of anyone. That seems, unseeming.

Bodies began to push and again, Reyson moved into a position of guard, though for this priest this time, not the princess. He stared around him, and felt a prickling beneath his fur.

So many bodies.