Lion Head Mesa Mother

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If anyone had answers, Siptah was sure it would be Ramesses — until he said he knew nothing. The boy Prince dropped his head when the Pharaoh turned away, and he sucked in a steadying breath, breath filled with the scent of Satsu's decaying body. At first it had been putrid, and harsh. And now, somehow, it comforted him. He turned, then, to follow his father.

Mereo, an outpost — nothing he'd heard mention of before. Siptah listened close, his heart starting to race as he was told he was to meet the soldiers, too. Dry-mouthed, he swallowed. "Yes, father." The prospect both excited and scared him. He put back his stoic face as the pair walked back to the throne room. He looked up to his father, then said, "I... I want my own room. I don't want to stay in mother's anymore." It wasn't comforting to him anymore. He looked down. He wanted... solitude, away from his sisters. Especially as they were no longer nursing anymore. This brought a frown to his muzzle — @Jawahir had been nursing them these past weeks, and he'd not liked it one bit. He'd hated it, in fact. This has made him begun to dislike the coyote. He looked back up with bated breath.