Ortel's red spines fluttered at Ranuk's audacity, and it took all of his discipline not to flutter his throat or even worse, pur at the outrageous suggestion. He blustered instead and pushed away Ranuk's great head and tempting tongue.<br/><br/>"<b>Away with you," </b>he huffed, if rather fondly. "<b>Enjoy your hunt and behave yourself, the both of you.</b>"<br/><br/>"<b>Of course,</b>" Ursalo lied.<br/><br/>"<b>Never,</b>" Ranuk promised with a playful grin, and pressed his cold nose against the underside of Ortel's chin, exactly where he hated it the most, before releasing him and swiftly leaving before Ortel could take a swipe at him.<br/><br/>Ranuk cackled as he bounded down the path like a rambunctious puppy and Ortel was left with bristled spines and fur allover his clothes. The serpent demon cleared his throat and bowed again to the prince, affecting poise despite his undignified appearance. Damn Ranuk. No one else could ruffle Ortel so thoroughly.<br/><br/>"I look forward to it, exalted prince," he answered, "I hope that your hunt is challenging yet fruitful."<br/><br/>The demon then turned to go back inside. He needed to change before meeting the queen.<br/><br/>Meanwhile Ranuk prowled along the path ahead, nose already to the ground and sniffing. They were still close to the castle but Ranuk hadnt much chance to examine anything during the demon procession. He was eager to discover whatever he could find, wanting to identify new scents and perhaps reacquaint himself with old ones.<br/><br/>The white demon was excited for this hunt and it showed in the restless flicks of his tail and the bright sheen of his eyes.<br/><br/>"Onwards we go then," Ursalo said, but waited for the elves to begin walking before moving himself.