Moral to the Story

No sooner did she catch up to Ultyr than he was already moving again. She wasn't about to move from his heel though. Not with an Archnemes slaver nearby.

Her legs weren't as long as Ultyr's though so it put her at always falling behind, normally it wasn't an issue. She wasn't moving as Stealthily as Ultyr, just at a normal, quiet from her small stature and size, pace. Her hears stayed back until Ultyr stopped and a voice came from ahead. "Oh, if only you could see me now. What would you all think of me and what I've done." Her eye went to the form ahead from behind and between Ultyr's legs. A blink. The vocals were familiar, but the face of the one they came from new to her. A cock of her head. How could she know a voice she hadn't met before? She knew the name Morningstar from life before her, always thrown around the palace of Archnemes but she didn't know them. Paws brought her forward to stand between Ultyr's front legs as she heard him answer the female ahead. "That you did what you had to do..."

Her eye passed to the pelt over the other's back. Recognition of the fur pattern immediately settling there. A press of her ears and a dropping of her eye. Good riddance she figured. A light lean to let Ultyr know she had settled there, before her legs gathered and haunches sunk to the ground. She could use a nap but Ultyr probably had other plans for today so a nap would have to wait.

"Things I Hear"