Lion Head Mesa I'm just a random wolf, looking for adventure

it was good to tear, to dominate.

khusobek's breath was expansive as he halted his final blow, backing from the downed man at the prince's order.

more words. a threat. a show of mercy, one the mazoi would not have given. the princes moved off, and the rough guard looked to zaahira, his icy stare reflecting that her lead would be followed, to blood or otherwise.

angered snarl. it would fall to him to escort the man away, and then he would rejoin his fellow guardian, the crocodile decided.