Savaşçı was staring off into the distance across the golden sands when the beckoning call echoed across the open Dunes. He turned, picking up a loose canter as he headed in the direction of Helios. He was amazed at how quickly he picked up moving across the sands, as if he was made for it. He desperately wanted to kick up is heels and play in the sands with how good he was feeling, but opted to simply approach the lead, slowing to a trot before he stopped a short distance away. He'd been raised in the Peak and had not met many travelers from elsewhere, and he had not been exposed to the prisoners, so he tried to channel the maturity of his father as he dipped his head in greeting.

"Hello," he took a breath, letting his dark eyes close briefly. "I am Savaşçı, son of Marceline and Güneşlenmek." A breeze passes over them and he feels it ruffle the short hairs along his crest and tug on his tail, begging him to dance across the sands like his blood begged him to.

"I am sorry for my sudden appearance, my father was born here, he talked about the Dunes so fondly. I...I wanted to see it for myself," he adds, a bit sheepishly. He turns away, his heart swelling, and peers across the golden Dunes. "It is as wonderful as he described."