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even as he spoke it, ramesses wondered if the hard edges of the coyote woman could be softened by gentle water. it brought his craving up all the same; a challenge, and perhaps she did not even yet know it.
he watched the odd and twisted creature pose and speak. pharaoh found it once more difficult to parse the accent. but kasmut so near kept him implacable and calm.
"my pedigree is blessed by the gods. wolves of the sun." ramesses gave a honeyed grin that did nothing to warm the hard lazuli tenor of his eyes. "i am ramesses of the red earth, He Who Walks the Valley. Bringer of Balance and Desire." the man's gaze shifted between them.
"a formal show dog," he repeated at last. "do you know any tricks?"