Lion Head Mesa Til the break o' dawn

For the golden fellahin with the curious twang, a  dip of muzzle, and lower yet with a flourish of paw as the Red Prince makes his approach, a sharpness upon the tongue.

“My liege,” he is quick to allay, gesturing first the younger boy, “If I may. The Rabbit is a mute, but a loyal one.”

Then with a deeper purr, “My associate: Legend Sekhem. She brings news of the girl Nazli.”