She gave him attitude, and he fell silent, turning as through to look at the world around them, but really he was hiding his smile. The last thing the kid needed was to see that, and to further think he mocked her. In truth, it was just the fondness, that possessive strange emotion he never really translated correctly.
“If I thought you were a baby, I wouldn’t have let you leave the safety of the pack” He pointed out to her. He followed on after the small wolf as she began to seek out what he had suggested.
Her solution was to turn imperiously to him, and order him to find it. He gave her a serious expression and dipped his upper half into a regal bow. “Of course, your Highness” he agreed easily, seeing the hint of doubt in her eyes, and the way her voice had cracked. He wasn’t one to reprimand her for ordering him about, after all, she was a Klein, in line for the throne. Her mother was Deathbelle, who had always held his loyalties.
He began to walk forward, looking for the lake he knew was in the illusions oasis. He followed the downward tilt of the earth, until he could scent water, and lead her towards its source, stopping at its banks, and turning to the Princess, as through to await his next orders.
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