planning a crash landing

She kept her head up this time, though she seemed to struggle to meet her soft gaze to his piercing blue one. He leaned back, giving her a little breathing room. He had determined at that point that she held no injuries. She had dug her teeth into the ooze-infected creature, so perhaps he would need to keep an eye on her yet. He didn’t want the strange infection to gain another foothold into his world.

“Your family sent you away because you were no longer a child?” he raised his brow at this strange tradition. The Warlord was a man who liked to keep his family close. Indeed, holding on too tightly had caused him some grief in his long life.

Her newness explained her confusion over the crystal-infected creature. Where to start? It almost seemed like a dream, now that the long night had passed. “Something infected the living creatures of this plant - plant and beast both. It held its grip for a season, and then seemed to have simply… lifted. Through the infection still lingers on some creatures, clearly.” He indicated towards the panther with a tip of his chin. “Return with me to my pack. I would like to keep an eye on you, to ensure you don’t catch the infection.” it was a request, but barely.

"Sirius Fatalis"