I'm never gonna catch my breath

It was the distant howl that had Ganymede lifting his head from where he laid on his pelt, ears pressed forward and still bleary eyed. Sleep still weighed heavily on his mind as he took a moment to discern who exactly it was before it creeped in that it was Atreyu. A quiet huff through his nose turned into a yawn as he carefully stretched, favoring his injured legs and doing his best to not jostle the smaller bodies of Lailah and the children. And to not wake the cinnamon brute on his other side. He couldn't handle their fretting this early in the morning and he wanted to go see what Atreyu needed. It was a good of time as any to wake up.

He was careful as he slipped away, wobbling and careful with every step he took as he kept his front left leg an inch above the ground while pushing his pain from his back right down. He'd be damned if he let this stop him from moving around, especially with how at peace the world seemed for the moment. Bird songs flitted down from high in the sparse trees and the baleful lowing of cattle somewhere distant paired with the beauty of this place soothed his senses. It was the sight of his sunrise colored sister that had him picking up his pace to join her, shoving down any pain until he could make a show of not hurting. "You rang?" He hummed out, tone light and jovial.

"speech"

"other’s speech"