where's your pride?

By the time Álarr realized Ulmaria was tagging along after him he really didn't care to turn back. Might as well bring her along. Maybe she'd learn something and besides if she wanted to ever earn the Imperialis name then she'd need to be brave and enduring. Such travel would be good for her. He was headed south for Fern Gulley, one of the richest lands for finding healing herbs but to get there they had to cross through some less desirable territory, namely the Barren Hills. He did not wish to drag a travois through such terrain so Ulmaria was forced to walk. From time to time he would carry her by her scruff so that her feet could rest but then it was back to walking.

They worked their way around a particularly large hill as snarls broke out. Álarr saw the lion fighting a pup and sprang into action without a moments though. The lioness was focused on the pup and barely noticed in time to move as Álarr lowered his head and charged. She swiped for him but with a short shift of his horns her left wrist was speared on one of his horns. The cat screamed and Álarr snarled. Claws flew at him, digging into his neck as the lion struggled to free herself.