Lion Head Mesa It's already too late

When she appeared from the doorway, the mazoi wasted no time. 
With a heavy wag of his tail, he beckoned her to follow through the corridor.
Down and through, he led. The two would travel in silence, Makono likely with confusion and or anticipation. 
Only once down past the shabti's chambers, Khaba would tuck himself tight between the walls leading to the pools hidden deep within the many caves of the palace. It was secluded and peaceful. 
There within, a spot on the floors was adorned with many soft pelts. Many leaves and grated bark were set out, filled with small piles of berries and chunks of newly torn meat. It wasn't much, but there was only so much a mute mazoi could achieve. The display was something, though. That was all he cared for.
Turning then to the amiirad, a swift flick of his muzzle invited her to select a place to sit. Only once she had done so, would he do the same.