In the middle of the night

Ultyr was largely immobile save for his ears radio dishing in different directions and his head turning to follow the distractions. He determined that yes, they were so far alone. There was no other scent, no other strange sounds that were not just unfamiliar forest. He made sure of it. They should be able to sleep fairly well tonight.

He lounges on the rock then, already warmed from his scouting, watching as Ganymede gathers the fixings for a fire and the girl works on severing the rabbit's foot. He notices the subtle tension in the lad but he doesn't know him well enough yet to read him beyond that. What had gotten under his skin? Or was he always this way?

His ear perked up particularly as Ganymede nosed a pile of mint and then...

"Lailah?" He spoke with surprise. He slipped off his scouting rock and brought his large head close to the youthful boy at first. His gaze penetrating the silver pinks with intensity. Fact-checking before he then loomed over Lailah's tiny frame.

"I told you we would find your name... Lailah." He purred slowly and tenderly circled his nose around her left ear.

"You're more than useful Ganymede- " He mentioned turning his attention to the Morningstar, "Mint? I wouldn't have thought to use that on cracked pads. You're a healer?" He asked, flopping down onto the ground around His Petite Lailah.

He grabbed a few leaves with his large paws and rubbed them together, "A paw... Lailah." He commanded, tasting her name again. He would start to rub the mint leaves into her pads gently in small circles.