Moral to the Story

Staying sitting with the current swirling around him, he kept his eyes on Ultyr’s back, a sight he could begrudgingly admit to admiring but not the Valorin himself. Once he deemed the other a decent distance away, he slowly sunk back into the water to let it soothe his aches and pains that had been renewed. Though he kept his eyes on the towering, earthen male who seemed to have lost where the smoky lady had slipped away to for the moment.

"I imagine not many would call you that to your face while you flaunt your title and power around, ’god-prince’ Ultyr . However, out here, I'll do whatever I please." Ganymede hummed, stretching his legs out to grab the previously discarded skin of the slaver and splay his paw over it. Pulling it back to him, not keen to lose it yet as a petty revenge. He settled both his feet on the wet fur and rested for a bit, just watching the other two interact. Though the obvious fear seemed to color Lailah’s features when she exited the burrow had his hackles raising but his muscles protested the idea of him standing unless he needed to.