Lion Head Mesa obsidian

Sayf reclined next to the pharaoh, his head resting on his delicate paws as he watched his master eat the food he had prepared for him. He was perfectly content to do so as it meant he was, once more, the sole recipient of the golden god's attention. 

The question made him lift his head. Not much, I'm afraid, he answered, disappointment clear in his expression. The fellahin's shoulders raised and quickly fell as he sighed. Arsenio seems to only want friendship from me, but I will keep trying. He liked to lurk in the shadows and spy on the wolves of Akashingo, but it had not awarded him any juicy secrets just yet.