For a fleeting moment Cyril worried that his mother wouldn’t let him go—but it wouldn’t stop him. He would have gone south with or without her permission, he just felt better receiving it before making the trek. Made him feel less guilty. He waited, impatiently, for her response with his lips drawn tight and a submissive expression painted across his handsome features. It was just a trip—the Kael-Santoro had every intention of returning to the mountain. With both his mother and his friend expecting litters Cyril wanted to make sure he was there for both of them (and their children). He just didn’t know how long the trip south would be. It would depend on whether his gut feeling was right or wrong.
His lips curled in relief as she responded after a brief pause, her voice soft with concern as she agreed to his trip. Just promise me you’ll be sae and that you’ll come home? He nodded sharply in response to her words, his tail wagging gently behind him as he pressed his nose to her cheek. “I promise,” he hummed into her fur before he pulled away, his yellow gaze soft as he studied her pale features. “I shouldn’t be gone longer than a week.” Three days down, one day with Adeltra, and three days back up. Maybe two days with his friend—once again it depended on what he discovered once he arrived at the willows. “Thank you,” he added with a soft, lop-sided grin before he applied a hasty lick to her chin before turning on his heals and starting his journey down the mountain, to the south…