Lion Head Mesa thirty-eighth

There was much celebration to be had at the return of the raiding party and all of which remained of the lake wolves, now as many Mazoi among Akashingo's army. It would be left to time if they would leave soon and reform but Naberius selfishly hoped they would not, lest they consider themselves an extension of the crown. Naberius was a selfish man, but in this case his selfishness held to Akashingo's best interests. 

Wherever celebration called, Naberius was there. Perhaps a little of himself and his own desires coming through in these times after the war. The second son was just that. His brother studying and training to prompt for Kingdom while Naberius strode about the lands, doing as he so pleased! So long as when he were to marry, it would be a woman of high status and pure wolf blood. 

Until tgen, he sang, he danced, he was close with laughter and whispers to those who had a want for it. He ate and he drank of sweet berry juice and had he any to call upon him as had Senmut, he would have. Man or woman. But Naberius was still unsure how strict the customs of Akashingo were, so bed alone. During the daylight hours, he was not alone for long. 

Again, after his weeks returned, he finds Senmut. Sober now, after their drunken words hardly remembered, though hopefully not too suggestive, should the prince not have his head. When is it you think Pharoah may return to us? Boldly asked perhaps, but Naberius were a bold man and genuinely curious of this 'warlike sister', as @Gucci had named.