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Sayf could not help himself when he heard the voice of the pharaoh. His master had been tied up with the queen often lately, and he found himself longing to be in the pale god's presence.

Once he was close, the fellahin wasted no time brushing his body against the pharaoh's. His smelled of the pine they had been carefully fermenting near the wellspring; it brought a smile to the coyote's face. Pharaoh, he greeted quietly, reaching up to nip playfully at his jaw.