Lion Head Mesa War awaited

he stifled a yawn, which worsened the skullpain. one eye was half-shut with effort as he looked up at fellow noblemen.

dependin'. if he puts up a fight - which mah smalness hopes ain't gon' occur - his scorned women gon' tear'im apart. other paw, he concedes, well, a humoruless snort.

th' more warlike sister ain't here, is she? our priestess-queen's warm 'n' gentle. she'd rather exile than execute. prince, other other paw...

...mystery. he made a small gesture with both paws raised, conveying suspicions that it were magic and faith at work behind the man's motives. t'was his favourite royal done got wronged by soldier-man. khaba's head might be on a pike. a giggle, but it lacked mirth.

maybe we's gon' rename us wolfshead mesa.

y'all tho', gucci swiveled in place, facing the bachelor who'd arrived with entourage. clever thinkin', leavin ya guard wi' us. need some protectin' us. he reached over and patted harem-heart-keh's paw. good head on ya. gawds know we need men like that.