Running as fast as she could; the painted female lunged onto a rabbit grabbing it with her teeth and crushing its airway quickly so that it would not suffer greatly and despite the smell of blood a certain smell stood out and with the hare in her mouth she went to look at what it was and she couldn’t believe who was in front of her yet she stood quiet.
In truth she was a bit sore but she gave a soft smile and a swift nod of her head. "I'm doing okay and yourself." Although when he mentioned her sisters her smile turned to a frown. "We were seoerated and I wasn't able to find them."
Hearing that Araceli is well is enough to put him further at ease—if she hadn’t been, certainly Aldric would be a shoulder to lean upon. I am well enough,
he says—uninjured and not sick. The worst he experienced during his travels was a sprained leg muscle that took a few days to heal.
His ears perk, however, with a brow furrowing lightly. Seperated? How?
The ex-prince asks quietly.