Luneshale Pass Hazırlıklar

Samir grew quiet, his golden gaze slipping from Arslan’s eyes to some distant point, unfocused yet alight with thought. His breath came slow and steady, warming the space between them as his muzzle brushed against Arslan’s, lingering. He inhaled deeply, drawing in the lion’s scent, grounding himself in the presence of his mate.

Why wait? The question burned in his mind like the midday sun over the desert sands. They were wasting time, circling what was already inevitable. Every moment they lingered here was a moment lost—lost to uncertainty, to hesitation, to the whispers of others who would never understand.

Let them begin now. Let them take what was theirs, shape it with their own paws, claim the world that lay at their feet. The foundations of their legacy would not build themselves. The bloodline would not cement itself in promises alone.

Samir’s resolve solidified like stone.

Finally, his voice broke the silence, low and rich, filled with quiet determination. "Why wait?" he said, his golden eyes lifting to meet Arslan’s again, burning with purpose.

"We can leave now. Take me, Nefer."