Stay.  Understood... They would not be leaving.  Tamlin supposed that was for the best, considering the babes were upset and if Ranuk wanted to keep them, as he seemed to, then he would need them calm and trusting.  That would take some time.  The prince nodded, the cubs mewling and crawling along the floor on unsteady limbs, looking for someone who would not be returning.  He would skin the mother during the day, when he could see his work, and he would leave the corpse to be retaken by the forest and its inhabitants.<br/><br/>The elf had seen nothing to use as kindling for a fire, no broken branches or even twigs; he'd rely on the moonlight and Ranuk's keen senses for the night.  They had worked well together, something unusual and new, like everything about their joined futures.  Tamlin didn't want to think too much, just to rest after such a long day, and he let himself sink to the ground with a sigh, setting down his weapons and supplies.  He watched Ranuk as he monitored the cubs, then tilted his head and asked curiously, "What will you do with them?"  Snow cat cubs were no hunting prize compared to their parents, and the elf wanted to know his betrothed's plans.<br/><br/>Jera had watched the climb with wide eyes, hoping intensely he wasn't going to see his friend fall to his death-- and thank the gods, it didn't happen.  He heard nothing once they reached the top, could only assume there was no struggle (maybe the snow cat was dead, or too weak to fight back)...  His worries were calmed by the peaceful quiet, and he leaned against the rocks.  The servant's ears flicked as Ursalo sighed, and he nodded in agreement.  A fire would be nice, and quite necessary.  The mountains got cold even in the summer.<br/><br/>The question on food made him blink, a low hum in his throat as he straightened back up and placed his hands on his hips.  "Uh... Whatever we can catch," Jera said with a shrug, eyes still glancing over Ursalo's sleek body.  His scales shone so beautifully, sparking bright against the warm purple-red of the last rays of sun; it was impossible not to stare and to admire.  "I'll eat anything at this point."<br/><br/>He grinned a little, crooked and warm, and shifted the bag on his shoulder.  "I'll set up a place to stay if you find us something to eat...."