Lion Head Mesa Nefrew

Gold-kissed and blooming, Den and Neith became bound to each other. Their small world consisted of great love and pride. Rashepses and Toula had birthed four lives from it. And while the young prince was aware of his brother and his other sister and the warmth of his mother's coat, none of it could compare to her. 

Neith was an embodiment of the sun. The way her coat glimmered was almost bewitching. Den held the sun against his chest and he could feel her warmth through every inch of his body. There was a gentle prick of her teeth against his chin and he lashed his tongue across her snout, brushing against the prickly whiskers and up to her wet nares. 

Den pressed his snout against hers. His arms hugged her firm to his chest. 

N'th.