Lion Head Mesa Que Sera, Sera

Sayf said just the words the mazoi was hoping to hear. A weight seemed to lift from his frame and with a gracious nod of his head, Sakai closely followed the appealing servant. The brush of the smaller man against his chest had the warrior biting his tongue as he followed to the isolated den. He was well aware of the relations the Pharaoh held with some of the fellahin from his initial meeting with the Sun God and Jawahir. Their interlacing before him gave him all of the information Sakai needed to know and he wasn't sure if this extended to Sayf. What a pity if it did.

The dwelling was warm and inviting. The peace and respite that was offered by the den brought a light sigh from the man as he smiled gratefully at his savior before heading inside. Before Kai could say anything else his companion had gone to fetch morsels. He carefully, as to not disrupt the interior decoration of the place, lowered himself to find a comfortable place to rest. It didn't take long before the faint figure of the coyote could be spotted, but this time dragging something. What the hell is that?

Before eyes could see, Kai's nose could smell the food. Upon coming closer, his waiter was found to be dragging entrees on a log. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the endearing sight, the effort was appreciated. The menu sounded amazing, better than the wolf could imagine. Did this please him?

"You please me." The man fell to his temptations for a moment, an entirely different wolf when desire overtook him, but able to snap back rather quickly when needed. He needed to snap back now. "With all of these choices, how could someone not be pleased?" His voice rose an octave from the lustful rumble used before, his eyes looking less like a hunter's and more innocent. The coyote had such beautiful sunny eyes placed in contrast above dark grey shadow. "I appreciate it Sayf. Would you like any? You must be hungry."