Lion Head Mesa know me broken by my master

He looked back over his shoulder as Zaahira spoke, one ear keeping a focus ahead as curiosity shone in his visible brown eye. The Saluki’s tail bobbed with his movement, even as he slowed it to walk in pace with the aspwoman.

I have wondered, perhaps. He was no fool, he knew she had come from the lake first, then to here. Why, he had considered, but never asked.

But it is not my place to ask that sort of invasive question, no?