Sly Fox Sand Dunes daughter of the Gods

Samir did not falter as the crocodile stepped forward.

He allowed Khusobek’s piercing gaze sweep over him without reaction, his own expression composed, unreadable. Then, with deliberate ease, Samir dipped his head slightly, the motion graceful yet measured, a gesture that spoke of respect without submission.

"I am Samirseti," he said, the low timbre of his vox carrying effortlessly above the encampment. He relished in the cautious flickering of fellahin eyes.

Let them look. Let them bask.

"Of Ta-Senet, blood of Semer-wati Rashepses, and nephew by bond to Pharaoh Toula." His smirk twisted faintly at the corners, sharp and calculating. He moved, if only to slink a few steps sideways, to peek around the crocodilian wolf.

"I am here to pay my respects and offer greetings to the Divine One herself, as is only proper."