Tithe had been welcomed into the forest world with more open arms than he could have thought possible. Rumors and words about who he was seemed never to have crossed the minds of the wolves who dwelled in Taviora, and if they had they did not care. He felt at peace under the shadows of the trees and as though he could breath once again. His family was safer here and there was once again purpose and meaning to his life and his existence. As new as he was to the forest, he had not yet declared himself to a title or rank, leaving that to Zelda or those above him to decide where they wanted him and what they believed he deserved. Instead, he set himself to the purposes best suiting him./p>

The shock of the loss of Moteuh was ground shaking. No one in the pack did not feel the sorrow, or the hate, that came from the act. The entirety of the pack was agitated and set themselves to doing whatever they knew best to do, even if it was simply grieve. Tithe padded along the borders of Tavoira, habits of patrol hard to break from when he was Warden and later King. As the sun set he found the trail of pack leaving the land. His silver hairs lifted. Immediately he raced along the path. Teza’s trail led out of the safety of Taviora. Having just come from living in the freelands, Tithe was aware of the growing dangers of the night. Each second that passed the large knight picked up his speed before he could be too late.

Iron ears trained ahead of him, followed by shining eyes he witnessed Teza snapping at a giant bear while a pup was able to flee safely from the scene. Tithe’s voice ripped through the air in a vicious snarl to call attention away from the youth. His own great body barreled into the fray, attempting to come between Teza and the bear. Teza, go! He snarled in tones far harsher than ones he had ever used. Both he and the boy were far larger than average, even together they would not be able to overpower the lumbering golden giant. The knight stood between the juggernaut and the prince. They could not lose another of the royal family to death so soon. He would not allow it, even if it meant his own destruction.