Emberwood goodbye, sweet prince

at aaron's soft mention of being 'allowed,' claudia forgot her hunger. this inferred a conflict of some sort, and one she was keen to know more about. as the trio paused, the cervine scent of nearby and foolish deer flaring before them, claudia lifted her little nose into the air and took a mere sniff before her attention riveted itself once more to aaron. "perhaps something smaller, monsieur," the golden child murmured softly, nuzzling his shoulder briefly and lifting a worried gaze to the gentle sky-shade of aaron's own eyes. "madeleine is so very tired, and i cannot hunt!" she exclaimed, glancing down at her small frame with a little sigh of long-suffering.

they pressed on. "what was it you said about being allowed?" claudia inquired, curiosity decorating her features. "who might seek to drive you from this place? it seems rather unclaimed."