Lion Head Mesa sedjet

ramesses felt the first flush of delight beginning to waver. he was pleased that he would not have to order the dog away, that gucci was observant enough to understand their discourse was coming to an end. "give her time. send your messages through tavina until maegi is well enough to receive you."
the implication was twofold. ramesses was as amused with the thought of gucci siring a true litter of his own with a wolf as he was taken with the impending marriage between he and maegi.
"thank you for your company, gucci. you may come back tomorrow."
it was not an invitation but a command; yet he knew that the neb would comprehend this. and so he fell into a comfortable silence, bemusement dancing upon his handsome face.