Boartusk Heights Black-tailed

The woman bows low and while mother and son both smile, Vincents' is more of a greedy show of teeth; the sign of an ego already outgrowing a too-small body. She was right to show such deference in their presence; he expected no less.

The stranger then speaks of Pharaohs and kingdoms, and the boy can't help but wave his tail in excitement. As pleased as he was to meet the head of this Muat-riya, he wondered why had she come all this way herself. Surely this was a servant's job, no?

In stark contrast to his mother's own indifference, Vincent was eager to find out all about the mysterious packs of the desert and their strange titles.

"What's a fellahin?" he pipes up, knowing it was not proper to interrupt such an important conversation, but when would he have another chance to ask directly from the source?