Estranged Lupa
It might have been safe to say that the Prince had been just a tad bit distracted lately. Just coming off of his marriage and subsequent honeymoon, the russet fellow was beginning to think that his life could simply not get any better. He knew that he needed to remain productive, however, or whispers would begin that he wasn't fit for his rank. He trusted Seracia enough to give him the benefit of the doubt for a short while, but no one could stay in the honeymoon phase of life forever. And so, when the call rang out the Prince slithered from the confines of his den and into the wintery wonderland of Seracia. Unluckily enough for him, the caller was located almost as far as you could get from where his den could be found, but he would get there in enough time to intercept them. Briskly he trotted, allowing the snow to crunch and fold beneath his paws. Tail flagged out behind him proudly as he puffed his chest and raised his head for added measure. To say that he had never been more proud to be a Prince would be an understatement. Ears twitched, and as he neared the location he heard voices clearly speaking. The beauty of winter was that the snow and cool temperatures somehow managed to amplify sound - or perhaps it was just that their presence dulled noise. Whatever the case, he noted Tahlia's voice among those voices.
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