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Having tasted the meals prepared and offered at the grand feast and wedding, Tousaint found his homeland lacking in delicacy. How artful the wolves and coyotes of the lowlands had been- they treated royalty with respect, and servants skittered about, keeping the rest of them well-fed and looked after. He longed to be treated in such a way, but had begun to harbour the growing feeling that even as a Prince himself, he was never going to be given the same amount of luxury as the girls. 

He sauntered along the borders, fulfilling the duty of guardian as it gave him some space to be on his own. When he scented a stranger in the area, he left the borders and headed into the outskirts, where he caught sight of the pale loner, loitering in the area and yet mindful of the borders. The sullen boy turned his ears back and frowned. 

"You be comin' close to de borders of Sapphique," he snipped. "What you be wantin'?"