Falls of the Hinterlands let's go up in flames, pretty lady

Llewellyn does not like to play the waiting game. He frowns in contemplation of this information and begins to pace, tail lashing back and forth. "Then I will go and stake them out," he decides, trying to figure out just how exactly a giant golden wolf blends into his surroundings. Perhaps he could use his conspicuousness to his advantage. . .but how?

"I will go spy, and tell you what I see," the prince says, turning back to Ceara. "Shall we meet at the next new moon? It is waning, now." Not much time between then and now. Hopefully, though, he can gather some credible evidence--a strong lead. While the desire for revenge did not burn in his belly, this did give him a goal. . .something to do.

Llewellyn has always loathed feeling useless; he feels much the opposite, now. He is smiling without his volition, a newfound glint to his eyes.