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Célnes howl reached his ears. And with it, the scent of stale blood reached his nose. Chad seethed silently, teeth clenched in a sneer as he stalked onwards, to her call. Creamy hackles prickling, his displeasure was clear as he made his appearance. "Unacceptable...shameful. That's what this is." He growled to himself, referring to @Germanicus's failure to fulfill his role as her guardian. A stern narrowing of his golden eyes hinted at his every intention to pull aside the non-pure one later and have a long little chat with him.

If Célnes deemed this land unsafe, as it had been made painfully clear, then he was happy to put it and the one who had attacked his King behind them. With no sign of the High Elk, this was not where they were meant to be. Drawing a heavy sigh, he cast his eyes skyward, as if he could see to the stars and perhaps search the heavens for their God. "So be it then." He rumbled, looking to those gathered. "I will scout ahead for the safest route onwards." A lingering glance invited a second body to join him, but he wouldn't wait up for long.