
The desert was a smaller place than he remembered.
Where once the dunes had been impassible and huge objects, treacherous and hard to see over, now they were little more than simple obstacles in one's path. It hadn't taken him long since arriving to adapt back into the habit of living here. The desert flowed in his veins and where his father had felt attached to the graveyard over these lands, Ra felt no such thing, the dark was not for him, he lived for one thing only.
Ny was that thing, not the desert.
He'd follow her wherever she went, never really feeling complete unless she was by his side. So today he felt a mere half of a lion since he was on his own, sprawled atop a sand dune, his mouth slightly open as he panted to keep cool in the searing desert heat, his black fur warm all along his back. He wouldn't stay like this too long but sometimes it did a lion good to just bask in the glory and power of the sun.
He just let his mind wander idly where it would, to memories of family left behind, to his brother whom he had loved dearly but who was now very far away.