Sly Fox Sand Dunes daughter of the Gods

"happy," echoed the wedjet, eyeing the servant with his portion of bounty. "i would not say so. but satisfied, yes. for a time." 

despite the pain in his wound, khusobek did not dip to the flesh; he tightened his eyes upon the fellahin and watched as a tall gilt man came up from the sands.

he approached with too much familiarity for the crocodile, who moved smoothly to arrest the progress oft the pretty man and his scintillating tones. "who comes to greet the God of the Red Land, and why?"

tone brooked no argument; his ice eyes swept over the handsome royal creature, seeing him as akin to their own and yet not moving from his path.