Light Em Up!

Her laugh was attractive, and he had a feeling it was rare. He couldn't recall hearing the melodic sound in the time that he'd known her - but that hadn't exactly been a long time. A silence fell over them, in which Gerhardt noted that the bull was still very much present, but not as angry as before. This was a good sign. The beast had either run out of steam or was simply giving up - either way meant that he would soon be leaving them at peace. Still, Gerhardt worried that he might be a bit too impulsive to have running around Seracia. What if he harmed one of Ghost's pups when they got old enough to leave the den? What if he hurt someone else? No, this bull had to leave or be killed. Something needed to be done. But what?

"I think it's a fair enough idea. I'm wondering if the beast ought to just be put down. Do you think there's any chance we could manage that?" A scare tactic would certainly be the easier method, but the King wasn't sure it would do all that much good. What if the bull just got angrier? Though Gerhardt didn't like the idea of killing anything so large - as it could be dangerous - the thought of showing these beasts once and for all who owned this land was appealing. Who could he get together to challenge the beast? Bronze would likely do it, as would Elphaba (he presumed), Maverick would want to be a part, and perhaps even Kamala. Gerhardt wasn't sure about letting the kids participate, but he might need them. Plus, they needed to start getting used to situations like this, it was part of growing up.

Vision gazed at her wound, it wasn't particularly large or hideous, just a simple gash on her flank. It was enough to make him worry, however, and he furrowed his brow accordingly. "I'd say for you to have Loccian or one of our other healers look at it, but I know how stubborn wolves can be about things like injuries." He didn't know personally how she might react to such a statement, but he hoped that she might at least consider the idea of having it checked out - for her own safety. Gerhardt didn't want her suffering any longer than necessary. An ear flickered to the last place he'd heard the bull, but there was no sound coming from outside the shed. The King only then realized how comfortable he was, and therefore made no motion to leave where he sat. If she wished to keep talking, she could, and if she wished to leave, she could. Gerhardt merely wanted to rest a while.

"Speech"