Moonspear if he sleeps, he will get better

There was no knowing what would happen after his call. Would there be a force to contend with? A horde of fellow beasts to test his limits and his prowess? Perhaps the king of the mountain himself - and this thought was held on to tightly by his simple mind. If the king did come forth, then there would be a challenge indeed. A fight, man on man, until a winner could be -- oh, but he is broken from his thoughts by the sight of a silhouette. She comes careening out of the mountain's shadows as if the embodiment of them; though he does not hear her steps, she is not attempting to hide herself. Lazarus is surprised to see this woman. Not by virtue of her sex, as such a differentiation does not matter in his simple world of flesh and blood and teeth, but because of her size and confidence. She is a queen -- he can see it instantly -- and should Lazarus take his seat upon the throne, she would be his prize.

So begins the fixation.

He says nothing to her initially - either because he has no language to utilize, or because he is too busy watching, learning. The way she looks upon him makes Lazarus feel enfeebled, and at first this irks him; but of course a queen would have such an affect, he thinks. She is the epitome of all things a wife should be -- powerful, confident, able-bodied.. And apparently quite patient, as Lazarus stands there watching her for some time.

When he finally speaks, it isn't with the intonation of his voice. Instead it is more primal - for he is more primal - and he creeps closer to her, and then bows his chest low to the ground, turning his head away from her. He looks like a knight ready to be given his title, and in a way that is true - he waits, wondering if she will accept this spontaneous submission of his.