Lion Head Mesa verde

the man was a coyote. belen snorted at him. but the other's sunshine eyes seemed to know things, like the rosy eyes of kasmut. or the blue ones of the queen. "i am being educated," she told sayf dryly, pawing at a dried flower she had found pressed against the stone wall. "i am told i should be grateful to be chosen. but i do not know what he wants." belen smiled coldly. "why are you here, sayf?"