Gyrfalcon's Keep one evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burning

He had not been settled for long within the forest of Teaghlaigh before things began to change. While Pendragon had decided for himself that learning the layout of the territory was an obsolete goal, he wished to remain vigilant upon the boders; thus he patrolled them while the many others of this family began their preparations for moving. He did not speak to anyone over the course of the next few days, not for lack of trying. They were busy — grieving their loss, he assumed — and the wannabe knight felt more out-of-place here than he did upon the beach where he had been discovered.

The days passed. He learned of the secretive nature of this kingdom and its people, for he could not listen to any conversation for long before the participants became tight-lipped, busy, or outright suspicious of him. Finding it wrong to eavesdrop, he would depart for another area and get to work protecting it. Pendragon was unsettled by the level of scrutiny he felt he was under, but could not question it. This place was foreign, but it was also on edge and its populace was wary of everything. He could not blame them for this, given what Arturo had (vaguely) told him.

When they set out, Pendragon took the rear. Aside from sensing it was his place for the time being, he was unsure of where to place himself while the rest of the pack gathered and began their migration. At the head was Arturo the king — followed closely by a woman, someone who Pendragon could only assume was the queen. There were children too, but they were further back and well guarded by more than just a set of parents; however, the man was nervous about them too, for it seemed odd that anyone outside the leader of the patriarchy should breed.

Again, he did not openly question things. He marched, kept his attention tuned in to the world around them, and -- was quickly distracted by the sound of singing which came from the head of the group. Intrigued by this, Pendragon picked up his speed and worked his way through the outskirts of the travelling band until he set his sights on Lotte — and in silence, he found himself enthralled by her. But he passed on by, and chose to rest after his shift had ended in a place that was defensively sound, but otherwise apart from everyone else.