Laetes makes a disgruntled noise and glances over his shoulder at her, lip curled. Chase? It is bad enough she made him spend effort on Healing for no apparent reason! What is the point in wasting his energy?
A smarter Wolf might suspect this was her plan all along, in some sinister game to catch him exhausted. Luckily, Laetes has not been taught to question things all that much. He just points and makes a toothy face at her. He is getting one. Don't rush him!
...He breaks into a slow trot. He is not running. He is wandering into a larder and taking things.
The horses begin to scatter, though with the stride of a Creature - even one smaller than Sweetheart - it doesn't look like they'll get far. This is not exactly how "real" wolves hunt...
"You are from there?" clarifies Lethys. "You travelled no other Lands before that one?"
He had begun to suspect. And wiping out Monzun - if he'd managed - would have been no different to any other young god he or Nemesis may have conquered.
And yet. If he had managed... Gods do not feel the cold as men do, but a chill touches Lethys nonetheless. His symbol jerks oddly to the side, like a flinch, as they begin to trace a star. It is enough to change his train of thought before it holds fast, which may be a good thing.
"I know of that Creature," he says. "I do not know if he was Nemesis' first. But he was old." A very slight pause. "Wise," he admits, too. "Much knowledge will have followed him to the grave."
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A smarter Wolf might suspect this was her plan all along, in some sinister game to catch him exhausted. Luckily, Laetes has not been taught to question things all that much. He just points and makes a toothy face at her. He is getting one. Don't rush him!
...He breaks into a slow trot. He is not running. He is wandering into a larder and taking things.
The horses begin to scatter, though with the stride of a Creature - even one smaller than Sweetheart - it doesn't look like they'll get far. This is not exactly how "real" wolves hunt...
"You are from there?" clarifies Lethys. "You travelled no other Lands before that one?"
He had begun to suspect. And wiping out Monzun - if he'd managed - would have been no different to any other young god he or Nemesis may have conquered.
And yet. If he had managed... Gods do not feel the cold as men do, but a chill touches Lethys nonetheless. His symbol jerks oddly to the side, like a flinch, as they begin to trace a star. It is enough to change his train of thought before it holds fast, which may be a good thing.
"I know of that Creature," he says. "I do not know if he was Nemesis' first. But he was old." A very slight pause. "Wise," he admits, too. "Much knowledge will have followed him to the grave."