He didn't feel cocky as he led the young princess away from Diveen, he had merly ment his statement to encourage her to try harder, sure she was young, but she probably had potential. He would find out once he went to Spirane if anything what sorta stuff she was made of. His mostly black fur ruffled in the early morning summer breeze that blew through the ravines of Diveen. The sun had just risen over the cliffs at his back as he looked out from his position on the outskirts of where he had taken Cher to rest up and gain her strength back so that she could... what would she do? would she stay within Diveen with him and prove herself to the Angel Queen or would she return to her pack and continue the life she had chosen before Beowulf had come into her life. He had noticed subtile changes within her attitude over the past few weeks and though he liked the way she was going he didn't want her to do it just because of him, he wanted her to do it because she wanted to.

He turns away from the location and seeks out the site where Sage was staying, it wasn't hard to sniff out the young princess and he figured that while they where on this little trek that he could teach her a few of the things that had kept him alive all these years. A low bark leaves his lips as he sits back and waits for her to come out. He had thought to take Sable or one of his many children here in Diveen with him, Tsukiyomi would have probably loved to go with him but he had choosen instead the young princess because he'd seen the spark in her eye when Isola had announced the position of Guardian Angel and had seen the sheer downcaste of the child since she had been told she wasn't allowed to partake just yet. He hadn't felt pity for her, in his old pack pity had been something that was considered a weakness. Unless it was intended for the victim of their assult. Because of this he did not feel this emotion towards her and when she surfaced from within her den his face was blank of any emotion besides a faded smile that showed he wasn't here to deal any blows.

"We have a long journey ahead of us," is pretty much all he said before he turned tail and headed in the direction of Spirane. He wasn't even vocal as they passed through Diveen and towards the boarder, they would head through Enocra Woodlands, swing between the lake in the center of Mecor Valley and Taviora (he wanted to see what all the hub-bub was about) then onto the boarder of Spirane. It was late morning when they came upon the Mecor Valley, Beowulf had spent most of the time tracking and keeping an eye out for preditors. It was his job to get Sage to Spirane and back in one peice. Which ment he spent more time keeping an eye on their surroundings than on conversation with the young princess. Which Beowulf didn't mind, he would answer questions if she had any through out this leg of the journey, but he hadn't always been the best at keeping conversations going. He was an assassin after all and the first thing about assassin's was that they were quiet. So very quiet.

But as they passed the crystal clear blue waters of the lake he stopped to take a drink, quench his thirst and give the young princess's legs a break from the constant jog he had kept up until now. "I'll be right back, try to stay in one peice please" he said with more of a smile on his face than before. He was only gone for a moment before minute rustling was heard and he returned with a pair of bunnies in his mouth he places one in front of Sage and then lays down to allow the sun to warm his pelt as he ripped the fur from the bunny before taking the meat from the legs and chest. After he'd had his fill he turned to Sage "We still have a ways to go, once we get to Spirane we'll find you a fighter there and see what they can do to train you up some more. Perhaps a spar or something," he didn't want to spend to much time in one place today and so he got up and shook out his thin fur before picking up his same speed as before.

Once they hit the boarder he looked to Sage as he sat down, he would call them when he was ready or they would scent them out before then and interupt. Which ever was the case he was game, but he had to know... "So tell me Sage..." his voice is a deep baritone as it leaves his lips, deep but quiet at the same time, not a whisper though "what do you think makes you right for this job?" he knew she wasn't very old, maybe a year or so old, he had started his training to be an assassin at such an age but he hadn't killed another wolf until he was well past maturity.

"talks like this"

MALE | EIGHT | NO MATE | NO IMPRINT | DIVEEN ASSASSIN |
FATHER TO: ADALMUND, AVERY & AELFGAR (X CHERNOBYL) | APOLLO & SABLE (X BROOKE) | ISRAFEL & ALDONZA (COVET X MALINA) | TSUKIYOMI (KAMIYO X CLEMANTINE)