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Samirseti’s smirk deepened, a glint of satisfaction flashing in his molten gaze as the smaller wolf met his circling with humor rather than hesitation. Few were so quick to stand their ground. Fewer still did so with such ease.

"Fear is such an unbecoming thing, wouldn’t you agree?" Samir replied smoothly, his voice low, almost purring. "I’d rather see curiosity, even if it turns to foolishness. It’s far more entertaining." When the wolf turned toward him, leaning in close, Samir didn’t pull away. He allowed the touch, feeling the faint warmth of breath against his fur. The coyness of the gesture was not lost on him—it was bold, yes, but measured.

The tail brushing under his muzzle was met with a quiet chuckle, a sound more akin to a low hum of approval. He watched as the smaller wolf moved to settle by the stream, the invitation clear in his relaxed posture and the faint glint in his eye. Samir lingered for a moment, letting the silence stretch before moving.

With the same languid grace, he stepped forward, his towering frame casting a faint shadow over the other before lowering himself to recline alongside him. His movements were deliberate, calculated to settle close enough that the space between them felt deliberate, yet not suffocating. He enjoyed the feel of Nefer tucked close against his body.

"Regality, you say," he murmured warm to Arslan's ear. "You carry yourself as though you’ve known it. Perhaps even wielded it." His words were soft. He leaned in even closer, his vox dipping lower. "Tell me, then. If you do not fear it, do you desire it, nefer?"