Lion Head Mesa blood & bone

because she was not wolf, khusobek did not seek the harder factors of her femininity. he was wolf. she was coyote. their hierarchy was clear, and he took the role over her own with fervency. her sounds; absorbed; her teeth provoking a low and pleased growl from the muscular guardian.

below him; khusobek looked down at her and was almost solemn. she would be memorable in the rightness of her service to him, and he taunted them both into a higher want until there was no longer to wait.

to the fellahin would fall this taste of the crocodile's dominance, one yet unknown by the women he courted; in it, a relief for khusobek, to be seen even when he was not.

when they parted, the heat had died down, and he grinned but did not rest so long. "you have pleased me," were his only words, before he made his way back into the mesa and headed for his post in the catacombs.

the next morning, tuna would be given a piece of tooth-carved wood from his own jaws, a circle of pine marked in such a way that it delineated the sun's reaching arms, a blessing of Ra for the coyote and one that also signalled his intention to ask for tuna again.