Valley of Gold bone & wine

He was late to the party, having been off on a hunt with one of the girls. But the rude awakening had brought him as quickly as his paws were able, and he arrived on the scene already with a special bushiness to his bottlebrush tail.

He didn't want to interrupt Reverie, but what the fuck was a pharaoh, and why was he meant to care? He wasn't at the eastern gate of shit as far as he was aware, and the call itself had incensed him for its lofty presumption.

The coywolf was shocked to see another of his kind had been behind the call. He stepped up beside Reverie, staking a meaningful claim on the woman.

"I'm sorry, I must have missed something," he said, as polite as ever. "Can I get a synopsis?"