Shy Deer Steppes sweet blessings

all welcome

Isetnofret was sprawled elegantly across the dry earth, his pale coat blending with the golden tones of the sand and sagebrush. He rested with an effortless grace, his long limbs extended in languid repose. For now, he was at peace.

His golden eyes half-lidded, glimmering faintly in the light, and his chest rose and fell with steady breaths. The sun warmed his slender body, tracing over the soft contours of muscle beneath his thin fur.

His limbs extended gracefully, long and lithe, each motion a practiced display of elegance. A yawn escaped his parted lips, his sharp teeth catching the light briefly before he closed his mouth again with an audible click.

He turned slowly, his head lifting, eyes blinking.