San let out a loud whistle from between his top teeth and bottom lip, as he left the throne room. Within seconds the scuffle of the large wolf bounding up carpeted steps reached San's keen ears. Behind her, Eyes was dragging San’s heavy broadsword in her teeth, San could hear the blade flopping up the steps. San reached down to her, one hand open to snatch up the hilt, and the other waiting to pet and scratch at his loyal pet’s neck. In one motion, San took the blade from the wolf’s mouth, spun it in a wide circle at his side fast enough to create a loud whoosh and a small gust of wind, then stabbed the point into the ring scabbard and tossed it into locking position.<br/><br/>Eyes was barking loudly and licking at San’s face, who was glad to be reunited with her as well. But this was the Theiri palace, the two of them had to maintain some sense of decorum in front of the royals, lest they think him some half-witted impersonator.<br/><br/>“Okay, okay, get down girl, you’ll embarrass us both acting up like that.” San warned, pushing the huge wolf back by the head. “I told you to be patient.”<br/><br/>The wolf barked loudly in reply, reminding him of his promise of cakes and meat.<br/><br/>“Right! Of course. Let’s both get some food, then we can go explore.” San grinned, kneeling close to the hound and vigorously scratching behind her chin. “Lyra, please escort my companion and I to where those sumptuous smells are emanating from.”<br/><br/>“Of course, Sir. Please follow me.” Lyra answered sweetly, her hip-swaying steps guiding the two outsiders back down the steps.