Lion Head Mesa A neat tucked slice

Sayf had become so used to his touch being accepted by most of the wolves in Akashingo that he hadn't stopped to consider that Qiao might not be okay with his affection. Her reaction made him freeze, his ears fell back and shame grew in his chest and sat there like a boulder. He had forgotten what the sting of rejection felt like; it had been some time since anyone had reacted negatively towards him. He could feel his mind growing foggy, but he tried to fight it. 

Sayf took a step back and quietly took a seat, no longer meeting the priestess' gaze. The hebsut swallowed and attempted to compose himself. The pharaoh plans for both, my lady, he answered, hoping that his voice sounded as calm and respectful as it had before. I think his children will help him to establish strong allies. Daughters were perfect for that use.