Anger, frustration, apprehension, anguish; Xanthos was feeling the painful knife of each and every one of them as he left the Foothills behind him, headed directly south from the mare's beloved homeland. Albeit faint, there was a scent, Romani's very own that he swore he would never forget. It was unsettling to have picked up on a second as well, one that was unknown to him. Hopefully, whoever it was, had brought no harm upon Romani.
At a brisk pace he passed through the Threshold, keeping an ever watchful eye on the young cub trotting along at his side. Azel was doing his best to keep up, but whenever Xanthos would lose himself in his thoughts and perhaps go a little too quick, the cheetah would let loose a rather pathetic chirp to alert him so. The grullo would slow immediately, however, and allow adequate time for the cub to catch up or pause, to rest himself a moment. "Poor thing," the stallion thought to himself, producing an inward sigh. He might have left the cub in the care of the Foothills, as there was simply no time to get back to the Edge, but he knew too little of those residing there to feel comfortable with it quite yet.
Looking ahead, the grullo settled his attention back on the task at hand. By now, he was entering the deepest part of the forest, where the palomino's scent seemed to scatter off in an array of directions. Was she even still here? Was she safe, as well as their unborn child?
"Romani!" He called out from where he stood, black ears flickering to catch any sort of hint that he was not alone. There was an undeniable waver in his voice, expressing his simple desire to have his mate back, to have a constant that had never been so, back. "Please... Are you there?"
[ooc - For Ophelia first, then open.]
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Down With the Enterprise [Ophelia, Open]
