Lion Head Mesa obsidian

The pharaoh's words brought instant relief; Sayf's heart slowed and the icy dread melted away. Suddenly he was overcome with the urge to run his muzzle through his master's lustrous, golden fur. He couldn't stop him self—not that he would even need to. Sayf lifted up from the ground and dropped back down beside the dazzling god. 

He began to gently groom his master's fur. To serve the queen as I do you would also be an honor, pharaoh, the fellahin murmured against his neck. Do you think she will enjoy me as you do? He didn't know much about Satsu, truthfully. He had given her space, and she had never given any indication that she wanted anything different.