He would watch, bemused, as she tore the hare in half - quite skillfully, he would note. As she tossed his half to him he would begin to eat it, savoring each bite despite the dull sting in his jaw. 'Welcome to Seracia' his mind would tell him. Though he'd rather get injured here than anywhere else. The half a hare was gone in no time, and though his stomach wasn't full it was satisfied for the time being. That meal would tide him over until they could hunt something else - besides, he was anxious to see his family. 'I'll be right behind you.' She would tell him, intent upon letting him lead the way. Nostrils would flare once more as he set off in the direction where his family's scent was the strongest - also conveniently toward the center of the Kingdom. They would likely bump into them on the way, but if not they would certainly find them soon. Head would toss to the side and back slightly as they paced, posing a question to the Ambassador. "Anything I should be caught up on? I fear I've been gone long enough to be behind on the news." New members, new children, death, loss, banishment? The King knew not the multitudes of things that could have changed in his departure from the Kingdom - but he did want to be caught up as much as he could before he made a fool of himself in front of everyone.
