Crack Bones With Blind Aggression [DM?]

What on earth...? Ren blinked as he saw his mother zoom past him - where on earth was she going? He had been patrolling the borders - the ones they didn't share with Donostrea, and then... his mother zipped past him. Frowning, he glanced back at the lands - would he be okay to leave? He didn't see why he would not, anyways. He'd follow his mother at a much slower rate, tracking her scent trail. It wouldn't take long to realize where she was going, and the male would slow down considerably. The battlefield. He remembered his last encounter there, an encounter that left him scared witless for weeks to leave the Fern Gulley, for fear of becoming lost. Still, he was older now, and a bit more capable. When his paws first touched the hardened soil, he sped up, following Marina's trail swiftly. He did not want to be seen as looking for a spar, because he was not. Far from it.

It didn't take long until he spotted the rainbow-colored female, and he'd pause behind her, gazing out in front. Cypress, that was Cypress snarling. angry, looking ready to murder the man in front of him. And the man in front of him... Ren wrinkled his nose. Dirty. That was the first word that popped into his mind - the man was dirty. He could smell the tang of blood and dirt; did this man not wash? Apparently not, since he had blood smeared all over him. Disgusting, the prince thought. Even still was the eyepatch - what had happened there? Scars down his face... his eyes would drift to the side, to a black... thing. What was it? Black and red, but what what kind of animal? He'd never seen such a thing.

Regardless. A troubled look on his face, he would step up next to his mother, watching silently.