Felony wasn't quite sure what kind of reaction he expected from Zalika. Perhaps she did not know the full meaning of his words? Regardless, his command had been simple. She was not to leave again regardless of any title she might have earned. Swishing his tail, he glanced off in the direction Scythe and Leda had gone. He knew that they would not be as alone as they thought to be; Ruger had been lingering about and was sure to cause trouble at some point if not already.


Golden eyes turning back to Zalika he pinned his ears slightly and gave her a soft nudge. He was tired of standing here and was more than ready to move farther into the territory. As he walked passed her, his lamed leg forced Felony into a lurching gate. Winter was always hardest with the cold; but also the reminder of just how he had gotten the weakness. Often he had thought about laying as he had done during the warmer seasons but knew that it was more likely of him not standing again along with the cold that would seep into his skin.


Reaching an old willow tree; Felony's musk was heavy. The stallion spent most of his time there where the ground was slightly higher and drier so that he was no longer in the mud. He stopped after dragging his dirty covered hide along the trunk to itch the crawling flesh before turning his wolfish gaze back to her. Still there were no words, but he almost looked at her expectantly.