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Interaction: Mayet [@13org] Roman [@ReusableSword] Hanna [@potter]

Munir made his way back to the clearing where they were all gather previously, squeezing his horse's belly with his calves to get it to slow itself into a walk. Once he was back at the clearing, an attendant trotted over and took over the reins of the horse and Munir lightly hopped off the horse, his prize in hand. Noticing that his sister made it back before he did, he glided over towards her and took a look at the small creature in her hands, one not dissimilar to the one he held by it's ears.

[color=ffce00]"Sister Mayet, it would seem that we had taken down a similar prey. Though, Nala seems to want to take your prey as a her snack, eh?"[/color] He said, smiling as he walked over to Nala to give her a boop on the snoot. As he did so, he made sure to keep his kill away from Nala's nose, as to not let the blood awaken something unintended in Nala. [color=ffce00]"Though, I feel as though thats not the only prey you're after this day, is it Sister Mayet?"[/color] Munir jested and looked in the general direction of Roman. [color=ffce00]"Lord Ravenwood is truly a specimen to behold. A man built like a mountain, of which we're not used to seeing in Alidasht..."[/color] Munir said in a hushed tone, [color=ffce00]"Though, would he be used to not being the dominant one in bed? Are you willing to submit to him? Or would I, and the rest of our siblings, be subject to...let's just say raucous behavior and sounds... from your chambers at all hours of the night? Hm?"[/color] Munir said with a suggestive smirk on his face.

Looking down at his own prize, he felt the soft fur between his fingertips. [color=ffce00]"Hm. I have an idea what to do with this. Nala can have the flesh, I would simply keep the pelt, or what can be salvaged from it anyways... Then perhaps I will stay out here a bit longer, to gather more, and fashion it into a coat..."[/color] He said to no one in particular. Mina was on his mind. His fiery damsel. Even though Munir has never been, he can still imagine the unbearable cold Mina has had to live through. If nothing else comes from this royal gathering, Munir wants Mind to at least take back some warm clothing. Not that she had a shortage on such things.

Seeing Roman from a fair distance away, Munir called out [color=ffce00]"Lord Deepwood, has your first hunt proved fruitful?"[/color] Munir was not able to see if Roman carried a prize with him and he was genuinely wondering. Whispering to his sister, Munir said [color=ffce00]"Though, if he plays his card right, he might just end up with the biggest catch out here today, eh, Sister Mayet?"[/color] Munir finished with a small smirk and a quick flourish of his hair, letting the sun's beams shine down on his forehead and face.