Larksong Grotto defuse your private bomb

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It was her turn to stalk, erm, follow the prince. She padded along behind him quietly, keeping to herself as she kept him distantly within eyesight. If anything befell him she could be there to quickly asses the situation and do whatever it so happened to require. Unfortunately, it was also raining, which was quite a downer on the entire scenario. Her fur clung to her form, making her appear all the more garish despite her big-boned structure, but she followed along all the same. 

She wouldn't have overly minded the rain had it not been so cold. She was used to a damper climate and found it familiar but the rains she had in mind were warm in the summer. These? It chilled her and if the chill wasn't physical there was definitely a mental block around her mind that made her disinclined to like this particular set of terrain. All the same, her prince had chosen and so she would follow. 

Wind ripped, cutting through the rain. She shielded her eyes for a moment and nearly lost sight of the dreary form in front of her. Quickening her pace as she watched him disappear, she soon caught up with Tezcacoatl and followed him inside the homey little grotto. The wind still howled behind him, but this place offered some form of release. She shook out her pelt and said nothing though she mentally thanked him for the reprieve. 

Still following, she lingered as he approached a yearling idling by a pool of water. Her prince spoke. The words were gentle and soft. A side of him that seemed rather peculiar to her, but matched the somewhat submissive nature he'd taken when she and her dark sister first happened upon him. "Mmm," she murmured behind him. "Stare too long and your face will stay frozen like that."