Lion Head Mesa (ap) sympathy butters no parsnips

the coyote brayed laughter, unable to help themselves. it was a cackle that wound through the halls.

i know how best to please him, of course! it is my honor. i was the first; then came the others, who i found and i brought, and was rewarded with my title. it was the same for any wolf, wasn't it? good work led to just reward.

satsu— jawahir was enflamed by the very idea of the queen, and the laughter ceased, forced back down their throat. the majesty, sobekneferu, only has eyes for her husband.