I'm in hiding

As Amalia smiled in his direction, he grinned in return and lowered his head to mouth his teeth around the rabbit's head. He was toying with it, prolonging his hunger as his tongue savored the taste of it's fur. Vadim's dappled tail would sway behind him slightly when she looked like she was about to talk again, though this time he had already started to pluck at the flesh of the rabbit by starting with one of it's ears. He was thoroughly enjoying dinner and a lesson, relaxed despite the soreness of the fight.

When his father's voice came booming out of nowhere, however, every muscle in his body tensed as he immediately rose to his feet, his ears pinned back against his head. His 'brow dots started to pull together in an expression of guilt as his head lowered, fat snout angled so that he could look away from his father out of respect. There was something about his father's voice that was different, though.. he'd never heard him upset, but frustration wasn't the only underlying tone in that voice. Was his father.. worried for him?

As Ash said her piece, Vadim's molten gaze bravely ventured over the two of them while Amalia introduced herself. He leaned into Ama as if to nuzzle her one last time while she whispered to him and gave her a nod. He was sad to see her leave, but he understood. He made a promise to himself to not let this be the last time he'd ever come across this woman. Her warmth and loving nature was certainly something he found himself craving, was.. that what mothers were like? When they actually played a part in your life? He did his best not to think about that now.

He looked back to his father and slowly rose his head when he found the courage, "I am sorry, father. I did not mean to scare you. I just.." He would cast his glance to Ash, uncertainty riddling his features as he tried to find the right words. "I wanted to take care of this myself. I was going to come back, I promise." Quite honestly, he hadn't expected anyone to notice that he'd left at all. Now, he was starting to realize just how silly of an expectancy that was. He lowered his head, nose angling sheepishly toward his right shoulder as if trying to hide the jungle leaves on his wounds and the vines wrapped around his abdomen. How was he going to explain now? He prayed neither of them asked, maybe he wouldn't have to...?