Ranuk was as frenetic as a dog finally off its leash. He would sometimes run so far ahead that his bulk would get lost in the trees but he would stop to sniff or examine something long enough for them to catch up or simply run back to ensure that he had not lost them. Rinse and repeat until Tamlin had called out his instruction and then Ranuk was off, going up the trail to see what he could find.<br/><br/>The white demon was amazingly silent inspite of his great bulk. His feet hardly disturbed the forest floor and his tails did not snag upon branches or jostle the underbrush. He moved with incredible control and awareness of his great body, not once misstepping or misjudging his trajectory. He fit perfectly between the trees and mossy rocks and curling ferns. The forest might not be his home anymore but it was clear that he had been made for it.<br/><br/>This was where he belonged.<br/><br/>Unfortunately Ursalo could not share in his father's wonderment. His mind was too occupied with what had just happened at the gate. It had never occured to Ursalo that Jera could have gotten into severe trouble by spending the evening with him.<br/><br/>What Ortel had said was true, he was still learning elven culture and it was very evident that his education was incomplete. With his talents with languages and natural charisma and allure, there had been some hope of Ursalo becoming a diplomat but obviously he lacked the prudence and foresight required for such a disposition. Had he known more, he might have considered his actions more carefully.<br/><br/>That realization rankled Ursalo. There could have been dire consequences if Tamlin were less kind a master.<br/><br/>He fell into step beside Jera, and felt badly that the elf was forced to carry all the bags even if it was a pittance of a punishment.<br/><br/>"Forgive me," he murmured lowly when there was some distance between them and the others. "I was unaware that elves had.... 'etiquette'... for what we did."<br/><br/>Ursalo was unsure if he understood the word correctly. Tamlin had spoken it so pointedly as he glared at Jera. As far as Ursalo knew, the elvish word for 'etiquette' was a code of conduct between the royalties and used in court meetings, but apparently it reached beyond that if it also applied to seducing bed partners.<br/><br/>Jera hadnt seemed insulted at all during last night, but would he bother to correct a demon ignorant of his culture should said demon commit a faux pas? It galled Ursalo to think that he might have fumbled in their flirting, but he couldnt have messed it up too badly. Four times, afterall.<br/><br/>Still, it concerned Ursalo. He did not want Jera to think him inconsiderate or boorish.<br/><br/>"If I had misstepped I will gladly behead one of my snakes should you deem it necessary..." he offered, and it was not done lightly. He was so sure that last night had gone well, but if he misunderstood then he deserved to lose one of his darlings. Nothing less could atone for reading a lover that wrongly.