Lion Head Mesa mace

eagerly snags o  .o

The mesa had not changed. Granted, there were a few faces he did not recognize, but it was nothing he hadn't expected.
Content on remaining close to the palace, the jodai wandered the halls. Occasionally, a fellahin would pass by, ducking their heads toward the beast. Often he wondered if it was out of fear or respect. But to which, he could care less.
Eventually, he grew a gut to stop one of them in their tracks. I've some new critters in my quarters, Foxes and fawns alike, he told them. Have them skinned and the furs washed. He demanded, then sent them on their way.
Once preened and prettied, Khaba intended to deliver a few to the sōzokujin, and the remaining later to pharaoh and his bride.