Lion Head Mesa Tjaw

The Fellahin did well to bow when it was meant to. Den lifted his chin to peer at the submissive display. And when Khaemwaset appeared and spoke his command, there was a prickling of pleasure that scurried up the length of the crocodile's spine. Khaemwaset was so good at commanding, at showing his privilege with a glimmering eye and stern tone that wouldn't be denied. 

You will play with me, Den spoke to his brother. The gold hairs upon his snout danced as he made a toothy smile.