your spasms,grunted khusobek, amused despite himself. oh, yes -- he was familiar with those dogs and jackals of the dune, like flat-coated coyotes roving to and fro and just as untrustworthy. a natural prejudice existed in the wolf for these lesser canines, and upon its heels, his superiority to be captain of the guard facing little more than a servant.
a servant. the red ears swung, and he took in the gleaming spotted coat and intent eyes for a moment of matched focus. an energetic creature, unable to be still. surely he lunged like this in hopes of distracting the man, but here khusobek did not relent.
icewater eyes moved to the offering.
you have nothing i want. however,he went on at a clip,
i serve a pharaoh and queen who may make use of an artisan.
boldly his threat, scarred broad muzzle taking scent while wide paws circled.
what is your name? and are you able to calm yourself?
despite the last, amusement. humour.