Mischief maker

After he had busied himself in the market for a time, then spoke to his father, he really needed to... Figure things out. She was far too fragile to be treated like a misbehaving slave. He needed to figure out what made her tick, find ways to motivate her into... a little more cooperation at the very least. Small steps.

He crossed the Col, huffing as he saw the obelisk, now a testament to another failed attempt at trying to reach her. He had forced things far too fast. His nose twitched as he passed it, her scent grew much stronger as he neared the warrens. He slowed, she must be inside, and close by.

Careful Ollie. Take your past experiences with her and her reactions into every new one with you. Right. Hmmm... Let's try something he hadn't tried yet...

He made loud sniffing noises at the entrance to the warrens, then said a little louder than comfortable, but with a light tone, "Hmm... I hope she didn't wander down there alone! It's a total maze in there!" Hopefully, it'll give her a chance to hear him coming. Would she run? Would she come to him? Would she hide or let him find her? Hopefully, it'll also give her a chance to stop seducing anyone inside if that was her activity. He slowly started to enter the warrens, cautiously keeping his senses alert.

"Speech!"