Luneshale Pass Hazırlıklar

Samir chuckled lowly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as Arslan's weight settled across his back. His tail flicked with idle amusement, though his golden eyes betrayed a spark of interest. He mused, turning his head just enough for his sharp gaze to catch the smaller wolf. "Then perhaps you should sing of me, Nefer. Immortalize me in your verses, as is only fitting for your God." A light tease towards the end of his words.

The mention of the oasis shifted his attention, the faintest glimmer of intrigue awash within his gaze.

"How generous of the desert to offer us such a gift," he murmured, his tone laden with quiet ambition. "And far from other packs, you said. That’s a rare treasure indeed."

With a calculated push, he dislodged Arslan from his back, guiding him down into a seated position. Reaching out with his muzzle, Samir pressed against Arslan's chin, lifting it upward until their eyes met fully. "Look at me," he commanded softly,

"My little god. We will forge a Kingdom none shall forget."