J'Gyr sped into the court, running on all fours. Appearing before his lord, he knelt down, ready for orders. 'My Lord, you called?' His was the only mind allowed, and willing, to communicate telepathically with the Prince. 'Prey-hunting will have to wait.' J'Gyr thought to himself. Whatever the Prince would order, will be J'Gyr's dedicated goal until it was completely fulfilled. He waited patiently, with no fear, as the Prince required his guard to remain chaste from terror overwhelming them.