Lion Head Mesa Nefrew

The warmth of her body found the space he had created for her. Den's earthen arms wrapped around his sister's frame and tugged her against his chest. Close enough that he was overwhelmed with her. The scent of her wafted through his dark nose and he pressed tentative little nudges to the whiskers on her snout. The boy was young. Still, there was a strange possessiveness in his actions toward her... and only her. 

N'th... his small voice sounded. 

Den was enthralled with her and the attention she gave to him. The boy's gold-tipped tail thumped against the ground. The gleam of his eyes fixed only to her face. No matter how familiar she was, he never grew bored. The love that poured from the warmth of her eyes was the closest thing to divinity he had ever known.