Lion Head Mesa third

his ears were politely turned forward. the former pet could not exactly map his human-given knowledge of the concepts, onto the unique ways in which wolves developed the same. his tail swept the fine layer of red dust.

"more? family, o' yours? ah mean," gucci adjusted himself. "mah knowledge o' the pharaohly peoples 's that they, uh, inherit titles n jobs fram their relatives. was there a, uh, heh, mister priest senior in your home?" asked with a long smile and cocked head, meant as more a joke than honest guess.

obviously, mister priest's father would've been a sir priest.