The white princeling trotted forward with his head and tail held high, fierce olive eyes gleaming from underneath his alabaster mask. Muscles ripped underneath his silken coat as he moved, as silent as a shadow, as deadly as a snake, with a tongue as sharp as a knife. Gods, are we there yet, the Northern prince mentally grumbled, it had become a bad habit for him to eat plants that gave him hallucinations when he left his home, the North. His mother would have literally beaten him up for taking drugs but it wasn't his fault, not really. It helped when he had to form battle plans, imagining the gods above and when he charged recklessly into a fight, it gave him energy, energy he wouldn't have had if he didn't take them. It didn't help that the silver northerner had insomnia too, poppy seeds usually worked but occasionally he needed something stronger to give him the feeling of being 'drunk' and the side effects were not good. But none of it had helped with his sarcastic, obnoxious, snarky, arrogant exterior. After all, he was the prince of the North and all commoners in these southern lands should know better than to meddle with a prince, a princeling true, but still of royal blood.
Harrey had been eating poppy seeds and nutmeg more often nowadays since these green lands did not seem to provide him with drugs that gave him a better desired effect. But then, after all, it was better than nothing wasn't it? The yearling nearly winced as he imagined his mother's face if she ever found out he was taking drugs, he would seriously die if that ever happened. The Northern prince was not afraid of much except for his mother's fury, it was something to be reckoned with. But she was far away from these lands that only ever knew warmth, it seemed that winter had arrived in the green lands called Teekon Wilds too, it was hot to the prince's standards but better than pure heat, he supposed.
The white yearling had been wandering for sometime now, sometimes a weirdo would start speaking in his head, offering him advice but Harrey would just dismiss him for the side effects of the taken drug. Which was probably (hopefully) correct. The silver princeling's keen olive eyes spotted a creek and without a second thought, walked in, gracefully of course. The cold water soaked up his sleek thick fur but it didn't bother him just yet, Harrey loved water, the feeling of soaking in it and its icy coolness in winter, and don't forget the ways it could kill millions of wolves if it ever wanted to. Simply awesome. The princeling jumped out of the water and shook his wet fur, spraying droplets of icy water in all directions, he noticed a scent moments later and began following the trail. He spotted a figure sometime later and drawled out of the corner of his mouth