Redsand Canyon You kiss my lips until they're colder

He had not thought yet of what good the news of coyotes could bring. But only of the harm they could do. 
Then again, their palace was comprised of many. And as far as the mazoi knew, they had done no ill.
Khaba considered Makono's suggestion for a moment, tipping his ear closer. You speak to imperator. I help patrol... maybe bring one to you. If they were to take one home, he wanted to be the one both to choose and capture.