In the middle of the night

Ganymede had been so self soothing and massaging the oils from the leaves into his paw pads that he almost missed the few times Lailah pinned her ears. Almost, but not quite. The small female was too easily stressed, especially out here, and any signs of agitation had her fear apparently sparking. Though thoughts of Ultyr being better than Ayrn and his lackies had rattled around in his head before, helped by the knowledge he had given Lailah her book and was soothing her paw pads, his fur began to bristle.

’She is in more danger out here by ourselves. It's why I'm driving us to find your siblings where we scented them further south. I'm hoping they'll be able to assist in the birth if she needs it.’ Ganymede turned his head to look over his shoulder at the pair better. At least he was pressing them for a good reason, given Ultyr's size and Lailah's smaller stature there was a high chance for possible…complications. Though if she kept stressing out and panicking there would likely be some anyways. Sighing through his nose he let himself relax more, tension easing, as he looked down towards the rabbit with thoughts of eating. That was until the next few sentences.

"I can't go and take back what is mine without an army.” Ganymede's eyes snapped back to Ultyr again, fur bristling along his shoulders and spine slowly. He was using Lailah to breed an army? Breed an army to try and take the throne his father had stolen in the first place. Using Lailah as a broodmare in the long run. His jaw clenched hard, working to stop himself from saying something absolutely stupid. His appetite was totally gone, stiffly standing up and setting the mint out of his way. He didn't want to deprive her of the herb when she needed it.

"I spent my early years surrounded by muted slaves and strict tutors. I was the holy prince going to take the throne, of course, I was given lessons. None of them were about childrearing or the ways of women, we had midwife slaves for that.” The words only fanned his anger further, grabbing up the pelt from the ground to move where he planned to sleep. That sentence had hammered home how little Ultyr actually knew if he believed that those kinds of things were strictly for women and slaves. He wouldn't split from them, he needed them to find his siblings, but he didn't need to stay so close to either. Stalking away with his own ears pinned back against his skull. Words grumbled out low to keep them mostly to himself as he skulked almost out of the fire light. "Brutes, warlords, beasts. All the same, act like monsters. That title really is all yours and you fucking deserve it."

He tossed the pelt down, settling on it with his back to the pair, genuinely trying to avoid causing any issues for Lai. He remembered what she had told him that first day, how she felt for Ultyr and that she cared for him. How he took better care of her then Aryn had, and Ganymede wanted to believe there was something better in there then what he had seen so far. But right now, all he saw was an arrogant asshole.