The forgotten prince continued to follow his new friend, curious of her home and what it would bring him come spring. He listened to her words with opened ears, letting his imagination provide a clear picture of what she was conveying. The thought of purple flowers coming to life here brought a smile to his face, the beauty of it all keeping him in a temporary state of wonder. Your home sounds beautiful in the time of plenty. I look forward to seeing these flowers you speak of. They sound breath taking. It was a show of his appreciation for what beauty her world had to offer him.

Izumi continued to lead him on until she turned a corner to a new path. They had now made it to their den sites, with one hopefully with his name on it. She turned back to look at him over her shoulder, a somewhat apologetic expression most apparent. Maybe just a little bit. But I would hate to take what is not mine. I can hunt for myself if truly need be in the morning. I am quite tired. A partial truth he hoped she would take at least this time.