As King, he stayed alongside his Queen through the end of the meeting, thus leaving him far behind Roskuld’s rapid delving into a searching mission. And it was Chico (with no small amount of condolences from Mbwene), who alerted the stallion as to where Ros had aimed to begin her searches. The North? Again? It seemed that, even with his lover now residing in the Edge with him, the man would never be rid of traveling the frigid mountains.
So, with closing the meeting, waiting for Mbwene to finish
He broke into an easy (but snow-shaking) lope, immensely glad that Mbwene had stayed in the Edge as her small limbs would have led to much mental grumbling through their bond. As it was, his massive stride made quick work of the cold distance that stretched between him and the others.
Perked ears caught the tail end of Ros’s words, ”Mesec was gonna sniff him out for us, so keep up.” But, while his ears caught the Sparklight’s words, his gaze remained trained on the Nightwind. His eyes were wide, brows drawn and creased as he slowed to a stop, some distance away from the gigantic wolf whose maw was sampling and searching the chilly winds.
“Mesec?” His low rumble was wary and disbelieving. Part of him wished to challenge the man to prove it was, in fact, the father he had just welcomed in to the Edge. But another part of him—the part that won out—heard and understood the terse urgency in Ros’s word’s and actions. So, with taunt hide and creased eyes, he warily followed the search party as a large and looming shadow.
@Mesec