When Tzirret took his portion of their meal and bit into it, there were so many juices that flooded his mouth that it was as if he was discovering fresh meat all over again. He smiled as he tasted the moon sugar as well. It may not have been mutton, but it was probably the best he could have picked out.

"It really does go on forever, doesn't it?" Tzirret mused as he looked out over the now pinkish-orange sands. Even though the dunes made a sort of repeating pattern as they stretched on, the way the shadows and the colours laid out across them made it impossible to run out of things to look at.

"It, um..." Tzirret tried to find eloquent words for the scene before them, but whatever he came up with seemed a bit silly. He instead found his eyes drawn to Ma'tanza. He smiled without considering it, but felt a pang of worry in his chest. As usual, he did not want to do something wrong, but he just felt like putting his tail around her waist again. He found himself doing so anyway, in spite of leaving his sentence hanging in the air. He realised himself and stammered as he tried to say something - or anything, really. "He, uh, w-we found a nice spot, he thinks..."

With the attempts at eloquence in his mind just moments before, Tzirret felt his ears flushing with embarrassment. He looked ahead and took another bite of his dinner to try and escape the awkwardness.

Gallus listened on with interest to Ri'vashi. He smiled and crossed his arms at the last comment, narrowing his eyes with interrogating interest. Even Ri'vashi's imposing physique didn't give him pause in this matter. "Better than you?" Gallus paused as Ri'vashi's sword struck the practice dummy, "He sounds like a wise enough man, but what makes you think that he is a better leader? You're the leader of this clan for good reason, no?"