Lion Head Mesa silence is the unbearable repartee

a crocodile watched.

frostweave eyes observed the approach of a silent stranger, one who did not call nor shout.

khusobek slid from his perch. his ruddy form slowly grew larger as he drew close to the walking figure. hard shoulders highlighted by his saunter, the mazoi addressed the stranger.

"this is the dominion of queen toula, She of the Red Land and Serpent. what is it you wish?" 

and khusobek did not hide his slow, intense perusal of the other. a spy? an assassin? why had he not called?