The trail wound south then west. Ultyr followed the floral fragrance from the wall to these cliffs. The woodland was thick and the weather turned to autumn. A fog clung to the trunks of the trees as they neared a mighty waterfall. The scent was so close. So Close. The moist air and cool breeze were starting to obscure the scent.

He chuffed for his girl to keep close. Soon he would have to break the trail and find something to hunt. Her slowly growing gravid belly was just starting to show. It wasn't a surprise for her tiny frame.

The scent was so strong! The Morningstar princess had to be close! But where? The fog was not so thick as to lose themselves in it, but it certainly added a mysterious aura the place.

Her little paws followed diligently after Ultyr. He was a man on a mission now, having caught the scent of one of the Morningstar's. Not that she had a clue who they were really at this point. She was a little slower than him but was doing her best. Her stomach was already beginning to round noticeably but what was bothering her wasn't that. What bothered her most was the fact that some things she ate just weren't agreeing with her, she'd thrown up several of her meals recently, not that it was her fault.

She also had a need to piss almost too often. That didn't bother her, if it wasn't for Ultyr's quickened pace it wouldn't of been an issue. His chuff caught her attention easily as she had fallen slightly behind. Not that he likely worried knowing she wasn't about to run. Her paws quickened and she caught up to his heel, panting quietly. Her fur was ruffled against the northward winds here but she could smell something on the wind that did make her mouth water. A crisp scent of clean water and the sound of a waterfall in the distance, how exciting! Though her nose twitched at a different scent. The slaver from before, intermingling again with that of the tuft of fur that Ultyr claimed was from a Morningstar princess. Her tail curled under her as much as it could to protect herself and their unborn from the man. Her ears pressed and she made sure to keep close to Ultyr's right side. Last thing she needed was to get picked off in this fog.

"Things I Hear"

"Do Not Enter" is written on the doorway Why can't everyone just go away? The walled-in cliffs of slate had guided his path as he staggered away from where he had left the body, his own aching and battered from the earlier scrap. The time that beast ‘claimed’ him as his own had lasted far too long, long enough that Ganymede had finally been pushed to his limits and beyond them. He could only take being handled, beaten, and….touched…by that disgusting creature for so long. Now his grey and pink tinted fur had been dyed red, dipped, and streaked with blood from the fight ending with the slaver in a pool of blood. There was a giddiness settled in his stomach, the kind built up from a battle and the fear of what could have happened. Ganymede kicked a few stones out of his way as he approached a softly moving stream, the water thick and sluggish with the cold of northern lands, fog swirling around his legs as he stepped into that biting creek. 'Good, will soothe the bruises, will numb everything.’ And if he was honest, he would stay in this water till it did just that. He needed the cold that seeped into his fur to focus on, something to take his mind off of the world around him for a moment. There was a hiss from between his teeth as it touched his stomach and he stretched his long forelegs out ahead of him and shifted his hips to settle into a lounging pose. Ganymede could not help the grin that stretched his lips as he stared down at the water, able to see the golden and tan pelt that hung over his shoulders. "Oh, if only you could see me now. What would you all think of me and what I've done." The soft musing had him chuckling before he settled his chin onto his crossed paws to rest for a bit longer. The pain from the bruising began to numb from the waters at least. Walk, "Talk", Think Except you, you can stay.

Blood, sweat, water, and the delicate florals of his quarry. The God-Prince Ultyr stepped through the thick pines and underbrush, swathed in the mists of the towering waterfall.

He halted as a billow of fog swept over a huddled form in the water. Revealing the ragged freshly skinned wolf coat of someone perhaps familiar to the learned prince. Though his care for that someone was nil as the form beneath it held his attention. Stock still, his breath shallow as he measured the hidden body. It was her, he knew it. A Judilan Princess...out here... all alone. He could scent no others. Was that... a shade of pink in her coat? Could it be? The crown princess herself? Could he be so lucky?

Slowly, so as not to startle her, he crept forward. He heard the soft words from her mouth, the tone in her voice sparked a familiar cue that made him freeze.

He had a choice here...

"That you did what you had to do..." He rumbled neutrally. Daring to speak before she was in reach. Lailah perhaps just then catching up to him. She had become lazy of late.

He stood tall in the coiling fog, his eyes of fire readily drinking the Judilan royal he had finally found.

No sooner did she catch up to Ultyr than he was already moving again. She wasn't about to move from his heel though. Not with an Archnemes slaver nearby.

Her legs weren't as long as Ultyr's though so it put her at always falling behind, normally it wasn't an issue. She wasn't moving as Stealthily as Ultyr, just at a normal, quiet from her small stature and size, pace. Her hears stayed back until Ultyr stopped and a voice came from ahead. "Oh, if only you could see me now. What would you all think of me and what I've done." Her eye went to the form ahead from behind and between Ultyr's legs. A blink. The vocals were familiar, but the face of the one they came from new to her. A cock of her head. How could she know a voice she hadn't met before? She knew the name Morningstar from life before her, always thrown around the palace of Archnemes but she didn't know them. Paws brought her forward to stand between Ultyr's front legs as she heard him answer the female ahead. "That you did what you had to do..."

Her eye passed to the pelt over the other's back. Recognition of the fur pattern immediately settling there. A press of her ears and a dropping of her eye. Good riddance she figured. A light lean to let Ultyr know she had settled there, before her legs gathered and haunches sunk to the ground. She could use a nap but Ultyr probably had other plans for today so a nap would have to wait.

"Things I Hear"