Lion Head Mesa royal fledgling

They had been gathered for something important. And while Khaemwaset made a show of himself - angry and bristling and bold - his crocodilian brother sat watching beside Neith. The piercing of Den's eyes traced each individual dark hair on his brother. The way that Khaemwaset was so forward with himself was equal parts embarrassing and admirable. The young prince could not decide which feeling weighed more. 

A soft touch of Den's snout was pressed to the back of Neith's ear. A kiss for his most beloved companion. 

But his eyes remained glued on the wrathful figure of Khaemwaset. Amusement curled the edge of his dark lips.