Patiently waiting outside the gate to the Prince's domain, J'Gyr breathed in the pheromones now present from his lord's domain. Having allowed Denara passage, with a small snarl, he knew the angel had set his lord's mind a bit easier. The days had been long and tense, though J'Gyr knew he was not under any such tension himself. Being the Thumb, and when times called for his unique skills, he was given independence to scout enemy encampments and report to his lord on movements. He was pleased to be present again at the Prince's side. Staying away for too long invited challenges to J's ability to guard the Prince. Not to mention, the Prince's safety is his first priority.<br/><br/>He missed the brimstone smell, these pheromones always set his instincts on fire. He might have to quench his needs tonight. An unlucky underling may suffice. Smiling, he extended his tongue out to its length, about the distance to his elbow, tasting the air a bit more.