Moral to the Story

A mistake, a clear mistake in the way the other had stopped and said something to his own traveling ‘partner’, Ganymede didn't like the way the word slave fit when trying to describe someone he knew even if it was the truth of the matter. Sometimes he wish he knew when to shut his mouth and not push others too far, a flaw surely because this wasnt the first time he had sparked someones ire. And to push at the demon prince? At somepoint ill learn to think before i speak. He thought to himself, ears pressing forward as he focused solely on Ultyr as he left Lailah where he had stopped her and turned.

His own anger had long since left him, leaving behind exhaustion and now fear that struck through him to his core. He didn't have the energy to run as he watched the other storm towards him, the sound of paws heavy on the ground like the beat of a war drum. Struggling up, the slimmer youth bared his own teeth a little though not in the same vicious, enraged way from the early fight. It was the forced snarl of another doing their best to be brave against a dangerous opponent. His fur slowly raising to stand on end as he saw those teeth flashing, shining and poised to tear or rip at him.

His mind was racing, thinking of all the ways he could've escaped well before this had he just kept his mouth shut for once. But the clip of teeth snapped him from those frantic thoughts, lily pale eyes focusing on the towering form of the other quickly. Luck liked him too much it seemed, but he wouldnt be pressing to see how much she happened to like him. Not after this last close call. It's the words that reach his ears, something there that wasnt his to pick at, a wound between Ultyr and his father and it was noticable. Wasnt any more his to press then his traumas were for the others. Lesson taught loud and clear, for the moment.

’Come if you want, boy, leave if you want. Though, I am sure she'd like the familiar company.’ That felt as close as he was going to get to an assurance of his own freedom, offering both a reason to travel with them and the ability to leave if it suited him. It didn't stop the wary glare he gave the other as he reached down and scooped up the pelt from the rocks to toss across his shoulders again. Silently he stalked passed Ultyr, moving towards the silently cowering form of the petite, grey girl. His choice was clear at least, he was going with them, determined to find his siblings in this strange land. Better the devil you know then the devil you dont after all.