Lion Head Mesa tenth

Sybol leaned into Tierra casually. He was clueless to the conversation happening, his eyes were closed and his head was down. With all the excitement of the wedding he had hardly slept, and now with the alcohol having left his system his head hurt, bad. Scutarius. His head popped up when she was address by her title, he fought off a wave of dizziness and his eyes focused on an athletic red wolf. The pharaoh wanted to talk to Tierra, on behalf of Mereo? Ohhhh. He yawned and nudged her. You should really go, the Imperator will be pissed if you don't. He looked to the other wolf tilting his head sideways, Can I come? He grinned.