He had come to hear the whispers of their ruler falling ill. Whether someone was her helping hand already, he didn't know, all he knew was that this was a prime moment to show what he had learned so far. Sure, it was not much yet, but as long as he kept at his beautiful mother's side the knowledge would spread throughout his whole body. From crown to toe would he be covered in the seeds of interest and passion, digging into his skin as they nestled themselves neatly where he could not get them out anymore.

He strolled to where he thought he'd find her, lowering his ears and tail. Hello? He let out.

He approached with quite an air of confidence now that he had found his calling, observing his leader for the first time without cowering behind his family. His fall had cast him adrift in the wind and a gust of it had flung him into the air. Cocky, one could say, though not without purpose. It was an act of sorts, something for him to play with besides his own shadow. How it suited everyone else was never one of his concerns. He takes a place beside her, dipping his muzzle for a drink before answering. Had he grown too comfortable with the world? Most definitely.

Are you feeling well today? He questioned, not knowing what she had meant with her own question(?). Heard your health had taken quite the stumble before. Though he knew no details, the illness of their leader had not gone unheard. He also didn't mean it in an offensive way; he simply wanted to pretend he cared instead of admitting to himself he liked playing with others more.

Of course, when a woman says she was fine, she was absolutely the opposite. While not having met many, he had his sister, and found that women were fine creatures that, perhaps, wanted to appear a little stronger than they were. He leaned in, with little respect for her personal space though not touching her outright, sniffing her. Are you sure? He questioned, a rather malicious smile tainting his whitened lips, one he was unaware of. Perhaps his life of isolation, associating with his shadow, had not made him a great man who could control his emotions. If anything, he was rather... messed up in his ways.

Turquoise orbs watch the shimmer of the sun shine upon the pearly whites of his leader, amazed instead of terrified. Perhaps, instead of his own mother tainting his dreams, it will be her dancing around in his heart for a while blue yonder. Entranced, it felt like hours had passed between the flashing of her weapon the snap they made near his nose. It would have angered him had it not been for the amazement he felt to see her like this - a blazing flower of good, causing a forest fire the second it would fall to the ground where it was dry and dull.

A passion to forever see her as this dancing fire sprouted, and he nodded sincerely. No need for such fire, you nearly ignited me. He joked with a calmer smile then, wondering if she was truly mad at him.

He rather liked her spirit. He didn't know how to tell her how he admired her though. Strangely, though he had a thousand words, not one came to mind on how to tell her how beautiful she was when she was angry. Her words, however, did do something to him. They stung like a whip wound and he was numbed by the pain before he decided it was no use to keep around. They would meet again, surely, and then she'd reconsider her words. He packs his bags of self confidence and ignorance, making sure he is a fair distance away when he rhymes;

One day, you'll concede; my help is a plus, guaranteed. It was then that he quickly took his leave.