quiet yourself, dog,khusobek groused.
your hide would make a fine throw for a queen.his eyes burned as pieces of ice lifted up from the sand, and he stood in bold confrontation of the spotted thing. there was no pack, else he might have been more hesitant to say anything.
advancing in the manner of a man drawing sword, the crocodile flashed his fangs.
stand down, and for the sake of the gods, be silent.tail lashed. a name must soon be forthcoming or he would strike, and in truth it had been a long while since he had fought.
the idea appealed. he was wroth and tense by the horrible arrival of himself and the others to this beautiful place that held little connection for them.