Neverwinter Forest the death of pablo

Eshe's happiness was contagious and despite the situation, Kyron couldn't help but grin...until he remembered that Horatio was beside him. The smile faded from his features and he adopted a stoical expression; he had high hopes for goldilocks here and knew the man would prove to be an asset to the pack, that is, if Eshe accepted him. But despite the night's rest, Horatio still wasn't looking too good. Disheveled, tired, he was not in a good place to sell himself to a pack. Kyron hoped, that perhaps Eshe would give him a chance, because there was no way the guy could survive like this alone and the Persian was now part of a pack — one soon to be founded anyways —, he had new loyalties and duties to attend to, he wouldn't be able to help Horatio.

Blue eyes watched as Eshe ran towards them, sniffing his companion, probably to see if he had stunk of any sort of disease or death. She wouldn't find any; Kyron might be compassionate, but he wasn't going to bring a contagious wolf to his new pack lands. 

The sand prince noted the look in the soon-to-be Alphess's eyes and knew she wanted to help Horatio, but he said nothing and looked away, unsure of what to say next and hoping the talkative female would be the first to initiate the inevitable conversation. Before that happened, though, she nudged one of the rabbits she'd brought towards him and with a grateful wag of his tail and a small smile of thanks, he accepted the gift and tore into it. Then she spoke, introducing herself, and then awkwardly trailing off. 

Kyron looked at his companion, then at Eshe, inhaled deeply, and spoke. "His name's Horatio and he's looking to join the pack." Normally, he was the type to beat around the bush but with this, well, it was better to get it over with. "He's gone through a rough patch, but he's recovering quickly. He's a good warrior and guardian, and will be an asset to the pack once he's better." Okay, Kyron didn't exactly know for sure if Goldilocks was a good warrior or guardian, but he could guess and besides, he really needed a home and if the prince had to do a bit of guessing on his behalf, then so be it. If Horatio didn't prove himself later on, he would get kicked out then, but Kyron had faith in him, and he hoped that it might be enough for now. 

The Persian nudged his companion then, urging him silently to say something, anything. If he didn't, Kyron could not guarantee his acceptance into the pack. He needed to show some confidence or determination; Eshe admired spirit, and right now, Horatio was showing none.