Dust Motes

The herd really didn’t feel the same without Beru. Oscar had kind of sort of become the defacto leader, his age was really what was guiding them. The donkey was always out in front, but Beru had been the one in the back, bringing up the rear and making sure they were all on the path. He wasn’t so sure the ass really filled her foot prints. He was also very loud. Rannoch was a quiet creature, he didn’t often speak and was always listening. Maybe that was why he had veered off and followed the massive lioness.

She was quiet, her paws were nearly silent as she walked along with him, she didn’t speak any more often than Rannoch did. The young stag was oddly comfortable around her despite the obvious danger she should have posed him. Her vow remained true and he hadn’t so much as seen a drop of blood on her pelt while she was around them.

As they walked Taiga did speak to him, her voice like nothing he had ever really experienced. It was soft and smooth, but held a deep note of calm confidence. How did he wind up here? He knew she came from the same background he did, the ancient lands. Not that he remembered them. "I crossed the ice bridge when I was very young, only a few days on the ground.” He explained as they walked. His senses ever alert, ears swiveling and nostrils flaring with every few steps. "I was separated from the herd and I was unable to return home.” He continued softly.

By now she was very nearly healed. Her part of the deal was upheld, she hadn’t touched any of them since she had been freed from the snowy death trap. "Can I ask you the same?” He questioned timidly.

"Speech"