Luneshale Pass I wonder if I'm being real

I am sure, he promised. Then he reached down and gathered the edges of the pelt between his teeth. He stood and followed, relieved that the hem was letting him help. He was careful to walk beside the priest while holding himself back a little to show deference. 

He promised he wouldn't keep him long, but Sayf hoped he would. He wanted to make sure the hem wanted for nothing. 

He would set the berries down once they reached the hem's quarters. I am yours for as long as you need me, my lord, the fellahin assured him. He brushed his nose briefly against the other man's shoulder. He wished to press against the hem and groom his fur, but he waited.