Bright red eyes watched for his King to show - Knowing he would. The white dragon came into view, his tail behind him giving the slightest of a wag to which Mabbit copied the action. “Sir Mabbit, I see you’ve brought a guest.” Mabbit gave him a nod and a smile, and then he glanced at Sako. He wondered how she'd be with him, how she'd react to Kershov. He was a great ruler, a great King, but Sako wasn't really a pack wolf she said. His audits perked to Kershov's words and his pools looked to him. “You . . . you’re . . .”

There was a pause. Mabbit held in his breath, watching Sako from the corner of his eye. “Never mind. Mabbit, you clearly remember the rules. This lass is only to step foot in Uyaraut with you as her personal chaperone; should she be discovered on her own in the territory, punishment will follow immediately. Punishment in these lands is quite harsh, if I’m feeling patient, or a swift death if I am not. Both of you are to stay within this sector of the kingdom. Do not step paw outside of it—or you will both be begging for my mercy. And, young lady?” His orbs looked to Ker again.

“The next time we meet by these borders, it better be because you’ve come to me as a recruit. Uyaraut is not a tourist trap, and I am not a hospitable creature.” He kept silent, nodding back to Kershov and then watching as the King slipped away once again. He felt Sako come up to his side, brushing into him and nuzzling his fur. He felt a warm smile come up to his face, looking down at her. What to do while staying in this part of the land you stay on?

He went to reach his plume to hers, to twist them together. He looked around. "Well, this sector happens to have my den in it. We can go there . . ." He said softly, his deep voice rumbling in his chest before he inhaled her scent as she mixed them together. He nodded in the direction of his den, his plume looking to curl around her so he could lead her there. It was large, where the soil met sand. He stuck his paw out to gesture to her, "After you." He said, a smile laced on his face as his head was held high. Her scent was becoming intoxicating again, he was beginning to feel like he couldn't hold himself back anymore . . .