Lion Head Mesa You can't keep me waiting

One day.
That's how they often put it. Blank words, merely. The mazoi did not have much hope.
When she said it, Khaba simply shrugged in disbelief.
Deciding he was no longer interested in the subject, the beast's snout fell low to his shoulder, tongue sliding from his jaws to begin licking at a matted clump of fur.
His ears would still be attentive if she moved on to a new topic, but for the moment, he acted as though he had no interest in the current one.