Lion Head Mesa gaze at blue

a trade offer? he had expected it, though not another body. perhaps spoils from the sea. perhaps lengths of fine kelp or sea-gems or even the plumes of the birds he knew lived beside the salt water.
but another wolf, and skilled at the sound of it.
pharaoh glittered with approval and curiosity. "when can i expect this emissary?" he asked in a diplomatic tone that probed just somewhat at its honeyed edges.