Rosewater Oasis the prince who ran away

hoppin in!

The howl cut through the cool evening air like a blade. Samirseti’s ears swiveled, his golden gaze narrowing as he turned his head toward the sound. It was bold, intrusive—an unfamiliar voice daring to cry out within the heart of his growing claim.

His tail flicked once, as the irritation settled into him.

This one had brought herself past the scent marks with little regard. A faint smirk twisted at the corners of his lips. A brazen creature, he thought.

Rising smoothly from his place near the water, Samir set out toward the disturbance, his strides long as his dark figure cut across the sands. The oasis glimmered behind him, serene and untouched.

When he came upon her, she was exactly as her voice had promised—stalked with purpose, standing tall with a fierce amber gaze. A stranger, but one who carried the scent of another, faintly familiar, tangled with the sands and winds of distant lands.

He stopped a few paces away, his posture regal, commanding, as he regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and calculation. "You tread boldly," Samir remarked. "To cross the borders uninvited and cry out as though you command my sands."