Lion Head Mesa thirty-eighth

Bright green eyes flash into Naberius' direction. There is a hmm on his lips in regard to Makono. Maybe she had not set a time of return upon her departure. Senmut speaks little. A man concise. This was not Naberius and he filled in the gaps between words well. 

Ah, but of course- on both accounts. She already has a number of suitors who arrive. Harakhte, for example. Then, after a moment to see if Senmut had any opinion on the other wolf, I have the freedom which my brother will never. He admits. Both he and his brother, sons of the Lands of Sun and Sand, both had roles to play, duties to uphold and lives which they would never live. Yet all the same I have journeyed for both pleasure and for blood. I have grown up surrounded by the laughter and beauty of all my sisters and wish to bestow many daughters just the same. 

Naberuis brother had all eyes on him. Praised, worshipped, loved. An empire to call his own and to command as fit. Naberius would never be king, lest his elder brother die with no sons. Likely not. He was but a second son but in this had freedom and loose rules. He was to spread the name and seed of Cyrus and do as all he pleased in-between. Still, they each would marry. They each would spread their family name and uphold it with dignity and valor. This was the way. 

Then, boldly still, You are High Priest and Prince. Would you consider your own self for her paw in matrimony? Or, maybe, he was waiting for the return of Makono.