Lion Head Mesa Stones

The Prince had seen the female before, and knew she was some sort of Princess. He didn't quite know her, though so he examined her intently as she inspected his injured paw. "It's not bad," Siptah insisted swiftly, giving it a look himself. Blood oozed steadily from a relatively shallow but wide cut on his paw pad, and he shot the Princess a furtive look. "...okay, maybe we could find some moss." It wouldn't do to expose to wound to everything on the ground. Looking back up at her, he grinned nervously, tail wagging softly. "Hey, so, what's your name?"