The white male was waiting nervously on the edge of the mint field on top of some of the steeper cliffs within the lands that made up the territory of the Myrsky Stynyt pride. It was that magical time of day when everything is awash with gold and honey and even a thrall might find themselves experiencing hope or optimism within the pride of their forced bondage. But perhaps Dhikkara had found some sense of liberation in the magical goddess that was Xanthippe. He had been made to spend some time apart from the object of his undying affection and he had been devastated by it. Even for a guy who is usually kind of depressed and glum. His mistress sent him along with her father, the reaver Phlegyas, on a viking as a pack animal of sorts. There, coincidentally or perhaps as ordained by fate, Phle had captured Xan's aunt, Ebumnyami as a thrall. Dhikkara had done his best to console Ebumnyami through the tough transition and new reality- really, he was a nice guy, he was not always trying to find another new girlfriend- but his efforts were all forgotten as soon as Ebumnyami crossed into the pride's lands and been reunited with Xanthippe. Though he also was dying to nuzzle his face into the full and radiant ruff of fur on her neck, he had been kept at bay while Ebumnyami and Xan caught up for a day. However, Xan had promised to see him later, well, now, and at this spot. So...Where was she?
His ears twitched back and forth nervously at every sound. Was his love nearly here? Had he been set up as a part of a cruel joke? Or had her intentions been true but something happened to her while she was on her way? Or would Delphi, his dreaded mistress beat Xanthippe to him? Oh, gods, where was his Xanthippe?
