Wiflor would hear the name called and turn her head, her ears perking at the instant with a wave of her tail.  She knew the proper name well, going into a wide smile simply for hearing it.  Of course at that moment Herald had her full and complete attention, her eyes watching the darkness of his hood, an ear quirking with interest and yet the movements of her friends raised other questions.  Looking she'd notice Atticus taking up his staff, and Cyrus their bow.  Frowning she'd approach Cyrus to try to touch his shoulder only to be hindered by what was to come.  The torrent of winds crossing every direction of the field.<br/><br/>Unsure what to do Wiflor would raise her arms until the winds died down, lowering them after to look at what was changed.  Was there any change at all?  Looking to Cyrus she'd quickly see at least one.<br/><br/>______________________________________<br/><br/>Oh how troubling a triffle as the rebellious rubble ruffled on for the rough, with bow and staff ready for a blow these riff rafts that showed themselves just too tough.  What could Herald do as he understood what they said, his head raising to show eyes of golden blaze.  Where he did stand he'd then begin to move in a speed only described as a nonexistent haze.  Gently he'd step forward and reach for Cyrus' bow, a handkerchief at hand to unfold each finger at the moment now.  With it at paw would Herald move across the camp and pack the bow up in one of the crates with the symbol of Atticus' stamp.<br/><br/>With it away across the camp he'd move again, slowly sliding Atticus' staff out of their hand, once more to pack away their weapon as the need was a thing that was needless to say a demand.  Once well set did he retrace his steps, swaying his arms to cover the tracks of misplaced air less a sonic boom sound or winds become ravaging due to a lack of care.  By time he finished he felt he had traveled the mile, wiping a drop of sweat of his brow.  However within the literal second he took to commit these acts he'd work up his nerve to speak with these beings now.<br/><br/>"Alast so cruel to take up arms so fast.  There's no need though, I do hope you don't mind me packing your weapons away oh yes it's very terrible to have to deal with people who think to aim a bow at me or worse, which I can tell there's a level of magic to be found within you my good sir, oh yes indeed I speak to you the one of the more obvious age, but never the less don't worry none about me, I'm just here to check up on little Wildflower here so really I'm no danger at all, besides I'm not suppose to interfere too drastically in underdeveloped planets in the first place, anyways yes if you don't-"<br/><br/>So fast his talk as the stream of words came to sound, and within a blink he was near again and around.  Right beside Wildflower with a looming lithe figure to be found, his pads well settled right on their common ground.  Yes this is not a first, nor a last visit to be had, and from what he recalled his visits were welcomed with Wildflower ever so glad.<br/><br/>"mind I need to check on our little subject here so that I know she's actually in good health, according to the charts something was trying to alter her spiritual and physical nature not long ago and apparently there were some broken bones though she seems fit as a fiddle played by the cricket oh yes it's a good thing to know she's already well, now lets see how is-"<br/><br/>On her other side he'd appear, examining her legs with care, his golden tail sticking out more with a bristling flare.<br/><br/>"Starved perhaps I wonder why, are you having trouble eating Wildflower or is the hunt lacking?  Oh wait you're someone who lost those instincts are you not?  How is that professor holding to studying you anyways? Really too bad we could never speak oh I certainly would of liked-"<br/><br/>Once more he'd be gone while holding one of Wiflor's arms out, looking over each muscle meticulously, picking and pecking with his paws in plain sight at a speed that was a work all too miraculously.<br/><br/>"to speak with her to know what she may of come to understand with how little resources were available in the era.  You know it's also too bad, have you come to learn any language yet perhaps Wildflower? I know she was struggling to get  you to talk, I'd love for one of your breed to learn a language, it's troubling knowing so little of one another you know? Oh but either way I'll share news as news, I've checked on most of your brothers and sisters this year and they're all in grand health, I must admit yes I'm very jealous of how durable your kind are, oh so very very jealous, I think you're missing a few strands of your fur here even with the winter coat, are you getting into fights, that's awful Wiflor, why are you getting into a scuffle?"<br/><br/>Again he was gone, the air displaced anew, waves of air felt with a pressure that only grew.  The door was there and wide open again, the cloaked fox man picking up something before vanishing from the spot such things impossible to keep up with using the human brain.  The door was closed once more with the world beyond becoming beyond their reach, a thing he could not allow them to find for the world of his is not his to teach.  When appearing again with a strange flat box near, he would place it in front of Wiflor and only wait for her.<br/><br/>"Up, Up..."