She moves suddenly and alarm streaks through the hunstman. His head pulls up, ears passing back and forth as he contemplates fleeing after all. Lotus seems to catch herself however, visibly relaxing once she's deemed him nonthreatening. Steadily, though wary still, Coris draws closer with the pelt. Fear spirals through him once more as a cat flashes out of nowhere, a paw swiping air and a hiss snapping through bared teeth. Coris' pelt flinches, eye whites rolling at the sudden panic flooding his system. For a moment he actually thinks the lynx must still live and is reaching around to deal him a death bite - but soon enough his eyes clear the fog of surprise, showing him the small feline. He could almost laugh at the ridiculousness of being afraid of that small animal compared to what he just faced.

Venati similarly was startled, protesting with a deafening screech and alighting on rapid wings. He swooped back once, keen eyes finding the kitten lynx. His talons itched to rake the little wimp, but even that cat was too large a prey for him. Annoyance was then cast towards Coris, who's amusement Venati did not share. With contempt on his feathers the falcon departed the scene on his blue wings.

Coris tilted an ear at the wing beats and sadly watched his companion go. The bird was a proud animal and did not much appreciate playing a fool's role. He shrugged it off, attention shifting as Lotus took the skin from him. Just then Mauja barged in, something akin to anger caught on the king's facade before his vision cleared. All the same Coris hastily stepped away from mother and child, neck tucking defensively. Everyone here was on high run with their emotions and not for the first time since he arrived Coris regretted it. As his name was spoken so too did Mauja reveal the mare. Lotus. Again Coris smelled the strange aroma, once more enticed to pull closer alongside the mother. He resisted, only watching dully as she moved to cloak the pelt over the child. "Ah fiyn cape iffun ah evur did see un," Coris commented, nodding to himself that all was missing was the prince's crown.

Feeling now that he was intruding on something of a private affair, and having offered his gift, Coris began to excuse himself. He stayed long enough to take in the prince's name, but beyond that muttered a farewell and began to retreat into the brush. The presence of Monster went unnoticed, but the jealous arrival of Sno was something he could not have missed even if he were sleeping. The older filly marched in, disgust plain on her face, and left just as quickly. She shoved brusquely by Coris, and he stumbled apologetically out of her way, despite the pin of his ears indicating a deeper urge to clip her nape in punishment.

Knowing better than to get involve Coris held his tongue and his teeth, limbs moving all the faster to get him out of that mess.

Now he'd need to go hunting again.