paddy cake is for babies

The young heir made his way along the border of the Armada, walking the familiar route of his patrols. His mind was on the movements of his fight training, the sensation of a balanced body, and well-executed strikes. He let his mind lull into a sense of familiarity, forgetting to keep his eyes and ears peeled. His paws taking him forward, well his mind wondered different routes entirely.

He began to walk along the borders that aligned with the Empire, a familiar scent slowly bringing his mind back to the present, the dreams of fighting days fading away, and he blinking, looking about himself and how far he had come across his patrol.

What had he scented again? - Oh, yeah, Siren. He looked up, and found the Princess, her eyes looking elsewhere. Movement brought his gaze a little further, and, oh! He started to run. “Siren, Siren, behind you! Quick,run towards me!” he wasn’t close enough to cut the lizard off unless she started to move.