Lion Head Mesa There is an elephant on my chest

this still did not answer silvertongue's question. safiya's father had a reason to be concerned, even if she did not know it. still, she understood too the pull of the wild things, the rush and the need to have relationships with which not even a pharaoh could interfere. and what was more; she had little recollection of a father at all, let alone one who protected her even to flawed degree. "if this wolf told your friend to hurt you, would he do it, mija?" silvertongue murmured, daring to slip her arm around the thoughtful shoulders if the young guardian allowed.