Part of him wondered what exactly she thought she was going to find in her escape - where was she going to run?
Did she have somewhere that would take her in that no one else knew about? The Prince scoffed the thought away - everyone who cared about her gave her away. She should be
grateful for him even chasing after her like he had!
For a moment, he thought he might find only air between his jaws by how fast she reacted. Yet, fate was on his side... or he was just that talented? He liked to believe the latter. Asphodel attempted to keep his hold firm, tight enough that she couldn't run off, but not so much that he drew blood. Bruises? Well, maybe she just bruised easily.
"You're a lot slower than you think." His voice finds itself in a muffled sound from around her nape, mind lingering on the way her tones were tired and strained, almost feeling bad for her. She had a smart wit and a fast mouth, and he felt his ears flicking on top of his head in disapproval. This was how they raised the women in her kingdom? He was told far differently by her Father.
"Hush." He commands then, grip letting go of her nape and instead attempting to sharply direct her attention with a shove of his muzzle. In the direction of the two sharp feline eyes locked onto them.
"That is what you should be running from." He growls lowly in the direction of the mountain lion, eyes unwavering as his bodice tries to take a defensive stance over her. "Think you still have enough energy to?"
"Speech."
