Moral to the Story

The fear was palpable, the tension thicker than the fog hanging over the forest and lake. The silence was broken only by the sound of the waterfall echoing against the cliffs behind it.

Ultyr watched with barely concealed contempt as the slender storm shine boy picked up the skin of his last master and walked toward his Kitten, his only name for her at the moment. His answer was clear enough to them all that he was coming with.

For a moment he held back his surprised expression. He was almost unsure to trust it. This had been what he had wanted... and he didn't need to lay a claw on the boy at all. Was this what his Angel had been trying to tell him all along?

Outwardly, he was stone faced as he nodded and walked back to the girl.

"I'll let you both get re-acquainted while I get her a meal." He turned to Lailah, "We'll head back south after a hunt and a rest, stay here." He said, a normal conversation and command for them. Something he knew she would follow. This time she could at least make or remake a friend.

He took a moment to settle on a direction for prey, and one look back at them told him they wouldn't be going anywhere. Ganymede needed a rest as much as Lailah did.

-exit Ultyr for now-