The cruel golden eye of the sun beat down on Panahasi's shoulders as he flew low over the dunes, his sharp gaze seeking prey on the sands below. The sun was past its zenith and the Khensu had had no luck. He had spotted a hare, but it had fled before he could even think to take it. So now he drifted a little aimlessly, patrolling skies beyond his own borders. Panahasi was young and a little brash, but in these many months since he'd fledged and molted, the Khensu had grown into a sleek and deadly hunter. But a hunter could not hunt if there was no game.
Losing heart, Panahasi swooped over the next dune and found himself over a tiny oasis in the desert surrounded by low-lying scrub. He took a position in one of the gnarled trees in the shade, his talons digging into the bark as he flicked his wings back expertly for a graceful landing, and then began to preen himself. It usually made him feel better, adjusting every feather perfectly, removing all traces of dust and foulness. He was nearly ready for a nap, but he knew to be wary when he was in someone else's turf. Panahasi kept an eye out.
Luke a Khensu that was more of a trouble for his owner then he was for himself. Constantly getting into trouble, constantly losing his caught prey, constantly being too nice. As he flew above the head of his thirsty human he had decided that he was going to do something right and lead him to water. Even though he was domestic he was traveling so much he had learned of how to tell signs of water or other life giving needs. As his eyes found a small patch of green he flew ahead of his young master to study it. It was an oasis, just what he wanted to fine and not that to far of a walk either. Neither did he notice the other Khensu in it's depths. As he flew back to his human he was almost shacking with the utter joy of having done something right for a change.