Raschen sighed quietly as they continued, watching the hase bound away together. He smiled faintly, his nose wrinkling at the fumes of estrus that followed them away. He shook his head and chuckled, his paw gently sliding down to Taryn's hand, clasping it firmly. She was his. And he, her's. There was nothing else that mattered to him. Though he knew trouble laid ready to strike on the horizon. His mother was well aware of his attraction to her and had shown her absolute opinion on the matter quite vividly.<br/><br/>She could feel his paw shake in her hands, not from the cold breeze that pierced them, but of fear. His eyes wandered to her and he could only bite his lip. The feline's face looked twisted with a mix of aprehension, anxiety and fear. As if he were trying to plan an escape from a great calamity. He took a breath and put on a weak smile for her when she looked at him. He would hold his tongue for now. He would need to speak with her of his mother soon enough but for now they were still a week's time from the edge of the Kuguar compound. They had to make stops along the outlying camps to explain the situation first.<br/><br/>As the sun rose to high noon, the recycled trailer's and mass transport vehicles that made up the Kyote encampent broke the horizon above the dunes. He smiled warmly to the Jeb and his brother who howled in excitement as they stormed ahead of the group to reuinite with their kin. Raschen shook his head and sighed, his long ears flicking back some. He knew they would not recieve so warm a welcome when his kind caught sight of Taryn and her now much more obvious bump. He took a short breath again to calm himself before they entered the village. He spotted Jeb and Devlin telling their side of the story excitedly to their elder.<br/><br/>"---biggest dern belly dragger i ever seen, mama!" rambled Jeb.<br/><br/>"Bigger n' anythin' I ever seen! and chompers that'd scare the fur off the blind!" Devlin hooted before he took out one of the gargantuan fangs they'd pryed from the dead cotl lord's gaping mouth.<br/><br/>"See, mama? This just one of four of em. All the elder's gonna get one!" He claimed excitedly.<br/><br/>Raschen nodded slowly to them, having arrived well into their conversation. He bowed slowly. "Hello again, Elder. Your son's are correct...we bring the fangs of their horrible leader to each Camp elder as an offering to establish peace over the recent events and reenforce the treaty..." His ears fell back when he felt the scrutinizing eyes of the wise Kyote Matron wandering his dishevled and rather broken up exterior, the long glowing veins left over his scarring still visible even through his thickening fur. Kuguar fur had such natural thickness to it that their winter coats were quite slow to come in, meaning his florescent scars would be visible still for quite some time. He kept his head bowed as was custom until he was ordered to rise though the woman's eyes were like a burning sensation boring its way through him.