Your Fate Is No Longer Yours {P}

Once the dame let out a whine, he turned back to look into her golden eyes. She seemed to be hungry, and most likely thirsty. Damn, why did chicks have to be so needy? Letting out a sigh, his silver eyes rolled as he looked down at her. "There's a little pool over here if you need a drink, I suppose that I can go and try to catch you a rabbit or something." He grumbled, not really wanting to leave her alone just yet. It seemed that she had not yet awoken to her true self, which made him a little more at ease with leaving her in the darkness of the crypt.

Looking at her once more, he slowly padded to the left, following a rather straight and narrow part of the crypt. A soft dripping sound good be heard, splashing into a large puddle of crystal clear water. He had a feeling that it was just under a small stream, and that no matter what the water was fresh and cold. He dipped his own muzzle down, lapping up the water as he waited for Goldilocks to come to him. He would wash the blood off her coat and tend to her a little bit, although he didn't see why he had to care for her. Just because he claimed her didn't mean that he wanted to do everything. But, she let him give it to her hard, so he couldn't complain that much. He rinsed the blood from his muzzle and paws where the pool ran off into the darkness, their original orange colour shining though.

Charaz sighed again, not lifting his head as he addressed the dame. "Do you want me to go and get you food?" He asked with a grumble, knowing that not much came down here, meaning he would have to trudge out and hunt down something for her.