Two Eyes Cenote to be

If any assumptions are not okay, please let me know! Just wanted to add a little background bit.

Princess Nefari. Her name and title purr from the lips of Naberius as he draws near to the gathered group of women- servant, high guard, princess. His sunburst eyes seeking the princess and she only. 

His roguish gait is as it is always- a wiry swagger of a thin and sharply curved wolf. He comes with no stained colors to his pelt. No skin over his shoulders, nor perfume adorning his furs. He comes as his wolfish self and this only. 

As he stops, he lowers his head before her, yet eyes never part from her face. A pleasure to meet you. The steppe-people of Mesbasi must be missing you already. Though he had never met her, he had heard of her- at least referred to as the daughters of Negalia. The Lands of Sun and Sand of his home were not all that far from them.