Mesen-ka herded the young girl and boy to the back of Pharaoh and Queen. There, he watched with the embers of his fur beating hot under sunlight. They would mingle again with forest wolves, and this time, Pharaoh Khaemwaset was no prince. Young boy with warmth had hardened his edges gathering an army in the desert and wrapping arms around his sister. Boldness came with maturity.

Now it was Medjay, Jodai, and he as the veteran up front with the royalblood. Would they make the mistake of denying their young gods gifts? Mesen-ka tasted the idea on his tongue. How amusing it would be to see another scramble of teeth over land and scrap.
Call him a devil on their shoulder today. He’d grown bored in the forest and wished for entertainment if Khaemwaset could not win them over. All would be a present to him to get out of tree cover and back into Ra’s arms. There, he’d think of Zharille again. Today, however, they were to be nice, and he would choose to present as a forgettable shadow following the queen.

But Neb saw them all. And he saw especially the fun hungering viking boy.