Luneshale Pass Saltanatın oğulları

His eyes followed as he was circled, and he quickly found that he was receiving a taste of his own medicine. Subtle touches, a lap behind the ear, Arslan knew very well that the intentions behind such things were rarely innocent.

It only gave him more reason to be excited.

Should it? He asked, a snicker escaping him. This man spoke as though he knew something the lion did not. I do not fear regality, Benim. It was the truth, for what did he have to fear of his own kind?

He turned to face the other again, deciding it best to make a bold move of his own. Head leaning in he sniffed at the fur of the other - nearly coy - but turned back to the water after a moment. Tail trailing under the muzzle of the other he laid himself next to the stream. An invitation to join him, should he wish to.