Greatwater Lake petite fleur

The overflow of the banks has the once prince on edge from the start. Although the lake is, undeniably, a decent spot to rest their weary heads, his concerns flow similar to Nirali’s. What is Razikale planning? Do these quakes—as Black Hat had called them—reach the edges of Minrathous? Despite all the traitorous kingdom has done to them, he worries for his family, for his sibling.

»No, prey has been scarce in general,« he whispers, aware that Nirali isn’t truly paying much attention to his words—yet giving a response nonetheless. His leisure pace making the firebolt impatient. He is used to following, however, and content enough to keep his mate in view. Golden eyes half-lidded with sleep. His muzzle cracks in a wide yawn, enough that said eyes tear slightly.

Alas, he spots the straggler before Nirali does, his attention shifting towards the pale form—sticking out akin to a sore thumb amongst the vibrant reds and oranges, even with snow still dusting the grounds from the recent storm. Moments later, Nirali shoots off, an arrow released and Aldric exhales a soft, amused sigh.

His pace quickens to a jog, long limbs carrying him fluidly over the terrain without issue. Nirali is already investigating the stranger; “Hello. Are you alright?” Her voice carries what appears to be genuine concern, that is, to anyone who doesn’t know her. Aldric slows at her side, giving a nod in greeting.

It is odd to hear the common language spoken by her once more, yet he is pleased at the opportunity to stay silent for now.