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Half of the morning was gone and the King still hadn't done anything. Lately he'd been stressed and overworked, and had felt that he deserved a break on this morning. Naturally, he'd spent these few hours on the beach listening to the rhythm of the waves and the gentle cawing of seagulls. A swim had not yet crossed his mind, but would certainly be on the agenda at some point during the day, that is.. if he wasn't motivated to do anything productive. His wife was no doubt asleep, still working on getting over her illness. She had been improving - but slowly - and he wasn't certain she'd ever get back to her normal, viral self. Still, she was alive, and that was all he could ask for. A smile crossed his features as his chin rested on his paws, eyes sweeping down the beach to note a small crab crawling across the sand, searching for something to eat. The crabs could be tasty morsels if you knew how to eat them, but you also had to be motivated to go and catch them - and the King was not.

He was motivated, however, when his Contessa (though she did not know of her new title just yet) called out for him. Surprisingly, her call came from the border, or somewhere very close to it. Heaving his frame upward the King would stand, stretch, and then shake the sand from his belly. With a lazy yawn he set off at a gentle trot, feeling that her call had been beckoning - but not quite urgent. Perhaps she had further healing ideas for his Queen, or requested leave of the pack to go out searching for herbs - not that she really had to ask. He trusted Loccian, perhaps better than any of the other pack members, and felt that she could do as she pleased. It took him longer than he'd liked, but the King finally made it to where she stood, finding her - surprisingly - in the presence of a male. Even more surprisingly, it was a male Gerhardt was already familiar with. He could not quite recall his name, but he remembered the day they had met. It had been in the battlefield, and he had been with another female - a somewhat dismissive and cold woman.

"Good morning, lady Loccian, and a good morning to you as well ser," He would pause, studying the man's face. "I do hope you'll forgive me, I seem to have forgotten your name, but I do remember you. We met in the battlefield, did we not? You were traveling with that other she wolf who's name also escapes me." Gerhardt had never been forgetful, but the duties of a King were often taxing on the mind. Gaze shifted, alternating between the two of them, trying to read into the situation. Just what kind of meeting was this. Did the man wish to join, or did he merely want to be shown around? Could he perhaps just be visiting Loccian for a day or two, and then would take his leave? The possibilities were endless.

"Speech"