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One from me as well, unless addressed

They were victorious, yet the newcomer felt a sense of failure within. He saw no battle, he raged no war, he reclaimed no honor. By the looks of him as he strode back to the homeland, his pale fur painted, for those who had not met him yet he would look a russet color. The vain man thought it disgusting to present himself in such a way, and couldn't wait to feel water dissipate the filth from his frame.

Quickly, bringing up the rear yet again by choice, Sakai placed the spoils within the throne room but kept to the outskirts. He dare not step too far in, not quite understanding the hierarchy yet and having never set eyes on the queen before. Finally, he found himself dipping his muddied head to the Queen he had fought for. Respectfully, he kept his gaze low as the Pharaoh and the Shabti interacted, and quickly took his leave. Power made him somewhat uncomfortable when he did not know the wolf behind it. He would have to meet her on another day.