Rosewater Oasis a brother calls

He had found Hira, told her of his purpose, and she told him of her findings.

Leandros was living in an oasis, bedded by a man who had insulted his sister. A strange revelation, but one he did not care to linger on. He had made his way to the territory Hira spoke of, but not to complete her mission.

It only felt right to tell the crown prince of what had happened in Siena, to ensure he would not return home - not even for a visit. The giant approaching the scents of border markings, he paused to lift his chin and release a howl.

It spoke of family, mourning, urgency. What he had to say could not wait - it did not matter who came so long as it got back to his brother.

samir approaches like the rising sun over the horizon. he does not hurry, but his pace speaks of authority.

his molten gaze locks onto the stranger, dissecting him with an intensity that betrays no aggression, only curiosity edged with caution.

the scent of mourning lingers, a sorrowful undertone to the howl that had summoned him. when he stops, the pharaoh's shadow stretches long against the sand.

who trespasses upon vahanet's sacred sands? he intones.

A stranger comes from within the territory. The scent of Siena's crown prince on his dark fur makes his identity clear, though Kemal does not know his name. His expression is steady, neutral. I come to see my brother, Leandros. He speaks, his posture strong but docile. I carry news of Siena.

Eyes search the man in front of him. He's glad that at the very least his brother has chosen a man of quality. He let's out a light 'hm' as his eyes settle on the strangers hips for a moment. Just how does.. that work anyways?

He lifts his gaze back up to meet the other's now, saying nothing of his own.. oggling.

samir regards the stranger with a tilt of his sharp head, the glint of curiosity flickering in his golden eyes. he does not move at first, weighing the man’s worth simply by his posture. the mention of siena stirs a faint hum from his throat, a sound neither dismissive nor welcoming, but rather a note of mild intrigue.

with a measured breath, the pharaoh shifts, his long, elegant limbs folding beneath him as he sinks to a seated position. his tail curls neatly beside him, a subtle gesture of poise. a flick of his paw—graceful—bids the man to continue.

speak, then, samir intones.