Lion Head Mesa thirty-ninth

Toula listened, gaze shifting from one wolf to the next. they lingered upon the Mazoi for a moment, and she had been about to speak before the wolf spoke, looking with anger toward Senmut. 
she swallowed a laugh next. worth it? tell me how your Khaba is worth it, she asked of him. how deep did this now spoken loyalty run? what had Khaba ever done for him, but fail his own pack and subordinates… and therefore, he himself? 
and after came her following inquiry, have you come here to avenge him? Toula, who had been reclining upon her throne, draped one foreleg neatly over the other. 
perhaps Zaahira would taste blood after all, if it were so.