and now it's you who's floored by fear of it all
He could hear his grandfather’s beating heart beckoning to him, all the way to the borderline of where he carelessly lounged. The vibrations were heavy beneath his paws – blood calling to blood. He vaguely wondered if Malis found comfort in this blatant reminder of their ties to the chamber. Aleksandr had never once visited this kingdom before learning of his older sister’s monarch status. But he knew of his father’s reluctant reliance and his grandfather’s avid devotion.
He couldn’t deny his curiosity of the place.
Mamulya had made mention of Malis’ whereabouts when the panther child had asked. Most of his siblings were scattered about the land and he barely saw them. Even his own twin remained distant and this distance of family viciously tore into him. How could he be sure that they could all stay safe when they were separated like this? But he supposed it wasn’t surprising, his own father often disappeared for large amounts of time before reuniting with Mamulya and continuing where they left off.
And so he decided his mission of family visits would begin with the kingdom which continued to loom over their family tree.
Normally he would have stridden through the border without a care, but he supposed he shouldn’t begin his visit by offending his sister’s fellow kingdom members. Instead, he released one loud roar and patiently waited for her to appear. The black panther yawned widely, large fangs glistening in the sunlight, while he sunbathed quietly. The loud palpations continued beneath his body, a rhythmic melody to lull him to sleep with.