Majesty was out early that morning, having awoken before the dawn and not been able to get back to sleep. He was patrolling the borders, freshening the scent markers around the Isle. He had just gone around to the shoreline facing the mainland when he spotted Naya stepping out of water onto to the sandbar. The water was... oddly low this time of day. It did not normally reach low tide until the middle of the day, but he shrugged it off. It might have had something to do with the strange weather that had been having. Lots of thunder, not much rain. He didn't know what to think of it.

Curiously, he called out to Naya. "What are you doing?" he asked her, loping forward at a quicker pace to reach her before she left. "Where are you going at this time of day? You should be asleep still." He had caught up with her at this point, and was standing beside her on the sandbar. The water went up to his ankles, and it was cold enough to make his paws numb. He was beginning to fear that they would be trapped on the island during the late fall to mid spring due to the temperature of the water. But those concerns were not important now.

He waited patiently for Naya to give her answer.

Majesty sighed as Naya told him what she was planning. He shook his head, suddenly feeling like a father. "Naya," he said. "I'm disappointed in you. You aren't thinking very clearly right now. Why would you ever go on this journey alone?"

Now, he wasn't one to talk. He often went on runs halfway across the Wilds without anyone else and thought nothing of it. However, he was much bigger than Naya - he was much bigger than a lot of wolves - and he knew he could hold his own if he was forced to fight. Naya, on the other hand, had probably never had any training in fighting, and she was fairly small. This was not a trip to be taken by herself. Majesty knew there was only one real solution.

"I'm coming with you," he said. "No arguing. I'm not letting one of my wolves go on a journey that could take days or weeks by themselves. So," he stepped up onto the sandbar beside her, "where to first?"

Majesty bumped his snout against Naya's chin in an attempt to get her to lift her head. "It's all right, Naya," he said gently. "There's no reason to stick your tail between your legs like that. I was just worried about what might have happened to you out there had I not caught you in time."

He smirked at her as she began to protest, and then sighed and said, "Okay then..." It would not have mattered what she said. He still would have gone. Besides, he had met Malcom once already. He knew that if anything happened to Naya, Malcom was probably going to come kick his ass. That was not what he wanted to happen.

When she spoke of him either being at a lake or a river, he hmm'd in thought. "Well..." he began after a time. "Last time I saw him, he was running out of Neverwinter Forest in the Great Bear Wilderness. Since he doesn't know where to look for you, he's probably somewhere there. That means he's either at Whitefish River, Big Salmon Lake, or Greatwater Lake. We'll have to be careful when we go looking for him. We don't want to alert Jinx or any of the other Mountain wolves. If they see me - or Malcom, for that matter - they'll be all over us and we may not make it back alive."

He paused, letting the severity of what he had just said sink in. "Stick close to me when we leave, alright? I'll protect you. And you have to promise to do as I say. If I tell you to run, you do it. Even if it means leaving me to die. Okay? You have to promise me, or I won't let you go at all. Do you promise?" He looked at her now, straight into her eyes, keeping his expression quite serious.

Majesty laughed as Naya charged ahead towards the mainland. "No wonder your brother is always worried about you!" he called. Before he followed her, he sent out a howl to all members of the pack to let them know he would be gone for a while, and that he was taking Naya. He didn't want anyone to worry.

For a moment, he wondered if Arkham would be all right by herself, but then he shrugged. That wolf-dog was too stubborn to die, and he had been very specific telling her about the plants she needed to be taking. She would be alright as long as they weren't gone for more than a few days.

"You wouldn't last a day on your own!" he continued saying to Naya as he caught up to her. They ran side-by-side. "Stay close to me, remember?" he said.

"We'll go to Whitefish River first, since it's the closest, but that means we'll need to go through Ravensblood Forest. Horizon Ridge made it clear they don't want us hunting there, but if we keep quiet and don't bother anyone, we should be fine as long as we're quick. I'd rather face Horizon Ridge's wrath than Silvertip Mountain's."

Majesty stopped for a moment, and sighed. "You seemed to be the only one at the pack meeting who didn't want to tear my head off the other day. Do you... do you think that I did the right thing? Everyone seems to be questioning my skills as a leader, and... I'm beginning to think I'm not fit to be leading a pack - any pack." He padded along slowly, looking at the ground. "I'm beginning to think I've made too many mistakes that I can't make up for..."

Majesty chuckled slightly when Naya used her nose to lift his chin. He supposed he deserved that, having done it to her earlier. It just felt silly that now she was taking care of him. But that was what pack wolves did, wasn't it? Look out for each other?

"Thank you, Naya," he murmured. "Your faith in me makes me feel much better. I will do all I can not let you - or any of the other pack members - down."

"Now, lets go find that bastard before he gets killed," Naya barked, wagging her tail at him.

He laughed. "Yes. Let's!" And they were off, heading towards Ravensblood Forest.