Sea Lion Shores canopic

"it was not my choice." ramesses considered launching into his embellished tale of woe, but shrewdness held him back. she was a stranger who had evinced no warmth toward him beyond a few bites of fish — pharaoh did not think hers a bosom where he might take comfort. and yet stranger pairings had happened. intrigued, suddenly, to know if he might make a game of this, and squeeze warm water from a frozen fish, the proudling blinked.
"but the gods always have their own mapmaking in mind for the mortal soul. i am here to become something greater than all my natal titles." even pharaoh, ramesses suspected, though that one was for the pleasantry of his superior mind alone. his darkgem eyes traced along the side of her paw; he lifted it slowly back.
"you seem content enough. perhaps my calling is to study why such a forsaken place might be appealing in any way," ramesses tested his reluctant companion, probing around the corners of her for a softer spot into which he might set his seeking proverbial teeth.