Lion Head Mesa You know the way that I feel

Within the pharaoh's embrace was the hebsut's most favorite place to be. He pressed into the hold and then was surprised at the sudden space between them. He watched the pale god stand, a soft frown forming on his features. In a perfect world, Sayf would have his master's attention every second of the day, but in this world that was impossible. It was a sad truth made easier by the others he was able to serve when the pharaoh preferred someone else. 

The coyote lifted himself and sat back on his haunches. Ramesses wanted him to be his architect; he wanted him to decide where the prince and princesses would be staying. Sayf's lips twisted some in thought as he considered his first decision. I think they should have separate quarters, he offered after a moment. I will search the mesa for a place worthy of the prince and princesses, the hebsut promised. He would not let his master down.