Redsand Canyon acerbitas

Somehow he was in trouble. It didn't make a lick of sense to Glaukos, but that wasn't new. He didn't understand much of what propelled Germanicus in the way that it did; as with all his punishments to this point, Glaukos did not feel they were deserving or practical.

He was told to wait and then to listen, and so he did that. His face hurt. He would take the time eventually to see Aquene and be treated - or Ruenna, or Tamar, or any of the others that had the skill. For now he watched the way the Imperator composed himself.

He listened more to the tone of his voice than the components of the message until it became clear that both Glaukos and his rival were being punished together. The ridge of fur between his shoulders serrated.

Blame somehow fell to both the boys.

I will escort each of you to Aquene. And then you will leave. You will take nothing. Am I clear in the instruction I have given you?

Glaukos was grimacing. It was hard to tell between his usual surliness and his new injury, which was the reason for the glare in his eye; but he said nothing. As Kallik turned to leave the slightest movement of the other boy made Glaukos swing his head and stare after him - but then he was alone, and with a look to Germanicus, went on his way as well.

Each would be tended. Then together they'd have to forge some kind of understanding. Any chance for brotherhood between the ice man and the black bear was extremely limited.