Show Me Your Grrrr Face

Xairo had been skulking in the background, his eyes honed on the imposing figure of their father. Unlike his siblings, he did not rush to answer the summons. There was something about Aresenn's authority that made him pause, a quiet rebellion simmering within his young heart. His mismatched eyes glinted with a spark of defiance as he padded silently towards the clearing, his tail flicking low. Leaning against a lichen-covered boulder near the back, Xairo remained silent, observing the scene unfolding before him. His gaze slid from one sibling to another, his interest piqued by the way each one was reacting to their father's words.

But as Aresenn continued to speak, Xairo remained silent, studying the Emir with a quiet intensity. He listened with rapt attention as their father spoke of strategy and strength, the importance of wit over power. It was a lesson he took to heart.

"Xairo Saxe"