Lion Head Mesa And which is to remain unknowable and unremembered

it was not crowfeather at all. ramesses lifted his head and regarded the dark young wolf who spoke to him in such a way.
where the royal physician was careful and hesitant, this watcher and walker bore the stamp of wildness. silvercoin eyes and finely made features decorated the hard body.
he did not belong to them, and would have not been allowed in the palace was he not affiliated in some way. "you are one of ursus." ramesses set his stare upon the stranger's pretty face, gauging him for a sign that the assumption was incorrect.
"well then, watcher, come and see. walk here and look at what the saints have done."
pharaoh lightly peeled back the dressing of cobwebs and herbs, exposing the ooze of the hairline. a yellow reek entered the air. maggie's breath had become a rattle. 
"nyra mauled her. i was before her and she chose to crack the skull-pan of a woman so small instead." it was not grief in the royal's voice, but restrained anger.