While the thought of leaving the herd he had known for the entirety of his Helovian life had crossed his mind on numerous occasions it was hard to decide what his definitive answer would be. Either he could leave and be with his family where his heart felt most secure or he could refuse to leave and lose his family again. Was there no happy medium between the two? Ideally he would like to stay with the Hidden Falls but if there was a way that he could stay with Parelia and Ilios in the Edge until he was needed elsewhere... The thought of the alliance pacts came to mind, where did the two herds stand anyway? Perhaps this might be something to look into before he went and made any life changing decisions. Yes he would have to find Midas and Seele and inquire about how the two herds stood, maybe they could be allies.

Listening to his mate blaming herself made him feel sick. How could she think that it was her fault in anyway?!? It was completely his fault and she could argue with him all she wanted but that was not going to change. Like father..like son... Shaking his head at the whispered words of his father he tried to banish them from his mind. He was not like him! He couldn't be, or else that would mean... NO! It was not possible!

Just before he was able to open his mouth to respond to the absurd comments Parelia pulled away and wandered into the brush. What was she doing? Confused as to what had just happened he remained standing where she had left him to await her return. A minute or two later his mate returns with a couple leaves clutched between her teeth and proceeds to chew them before spitting them onto his burns. Cringing away from the pain the oils cause as it bites into his open wound he raises his head in protest. Whatever this so called yarrow thing was he did not want it eating a hole into his neck, plus it did not smell all that great. Wrinkling his nose at the pungent odor he sidestepped trying to dislodge whatever was being put on him but not fully pulling away. He knew that Pare was just trying to help and he did not want to hurt her feelings so he put up with it unwillingly until she finished and stepped back to admire her work.

Raising an eyebrow he looked over to her in disbelief that she had just spat some nasty smelling leaves into his wound. The stinging persisted making his skin twitch in irritation. While he was no stranger to pain and discomfort the stinging pain was not comfortable in the slightest and the only thought on his mind was getting the crap off of himself. Perhaps whatever it was would work to help but could it not sting and smell? Snorting in mild disgust he sighed knowing this was not going to stay on for long. "I'm sure your friend and you know what your talking about but I do not need that all over me. It will heal on its own eventually." He protested not caring if he sounded like a child at that moment as he continued to cringe away from the feeling of the oil and other junk on his neck.

Hearing the rest of what was spoken his mind could only really think about making the stuff disappear. Yes he would have to thank Kiara eventually when he got over being upset with her for making him think something had happened to her. Stubbornly he prodded at the barrier that she continued to hold up against his mind just to see if she would respond. They were both stubborn as hell but loved each other dearly despite the random silent bickering between them. Seeing his mate move off towards the Edge he took the chance to shake his head and neck as he sidestepped to shake loose the green crud that had begun to mix with the blood already there to form some nasty brownish coloured blobs. He would rather let his flesh heal on its own as that stuff just downright stunk.

Satisfied when most had been shaken off he turned to follow his mate wondering what would be in store when they arrived at the Edge. Kiara would follow eventually, so he did not worry too much.

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Kiara flicked her tail from side to side as she waited for her bonded and the painted woman to make up. It was taking them long enough, like really just suck it up and be happy again. When she felt the half annoyed prods against her consciousness she knew that it was time to leave. Why give him the satisfaction of knowing she was alright when he already knew it deep down. Smirking she managed to withhold her weakened barrier until her stubborn grey finally gave up. Watching Penna as he eagerly took flight to rejoin the pair she sat for another moment or two taking her own time before slowly climbing down the tree and sauntering lazily in their general direction.


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