Lion Head Mesa زهرة ضباب mist walker

Sakai took note of their positive reaction to his jest, and felt a rumble of content begin deep within his chest. This was only intensified as the spritely coyote pranced back to his side, slipping under his chin and rubbing against his breast bone. However, just in this brief encounter, the admiration the full bodied male had for the Pharaoh before him was intense and he did not show his dainty escort more attention then a tilt of his head to better let them whisper in his ear. 

"I look forward to it." His reply to Jawahir was soft but eager. Pale eyes took in the shinning man before him once more as his case was made by the courtesan. A case well made, as Ramesses voiced his vote of confidence. One step closer to something he never knew he wanted. Of course, he would have to prove himself worthy.

"Having lived on my own for so long, I would say I am an above average hunter. You see, I had no help readily available but I could not live off of only small prey. If it is ever a feast you desire, I can provide with little disturbance to your subordinates' duties." 

"With great hunting, comes great stealth and observation." The man paused for a moment to allow this information to fully sink in, as there was a whole other meaning that he hesitated to say bluntly. Painting yourself as a potential spy was certainly not... couth. 

"And of course, I always enjoy immersing myself into the culture of a foreign land."