Sea Lion Shores tears are falling into the air

As delighted as he was to be included in on a mission, the thought of going beyond Yuèlóng's borders terrified Ruvik. He had deemed the mainland unsafe, forsaken; he wouldn't ever go back. The Savior was still out there somewhere. Hunting, searching. The ocean was there to keep intruders - both wolf and cat alike - out, to keep the inhabitants of the island safe. He saw little need to ever return to the mainland but he also could not refuse the Queen's invitation.

So with her he went, grateful for at least a third companion in the form of Daiyu. His gaze constantly switched between the woman as they traveled across the land bridge and towards the shores, his gait a strange mix between scampering and skulking. He felt exposed here. Targeted.

At Huā's question, he glances towards her, observing the fullness of her sides. She seemed...rounder than before. Ruvik hadn't a clue what it meant. Still, he keeps his questions to himself, and with a prick of his ears, answers hopefully, "border marking, yes?" Though, as for meeting the woman of the Keep, he gives a small shake of his head.