Lion Head Mesa Egó

For a man who cared so deeply for his betrothed, Ramesses showed it in strange ways. The Greek could not understand why it did not bother him that his lady’s guard was absent from her, that she could be approached any moment by a spy, a rogue, and that would be all it would take to end her. Was it only her body that was so coveted? Arsenio did not like the man. He did not like being near him.

The auburn wolf plodded lazily toward Germanicus and took a spot at his side. He stared dreamily toward the other wolf – the one with the missing eye. He looked a mad fool, too. There was a dance of wicked fire in the light of his remaining eye. That was the wolf he had called Merrick of the bears.

A rowdy bunch we are, the Greek chortled merrily, tilting his head with fascination at Merrick.