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"Let's hope he is more faithful than your steed, czira," I couldn't help but remark.
Alahna's head perked up as her eyes searched for the horse next on my kill list for throwing her. She let out a low whistle, careful not to startle her grover and, to my disbelief, a snorting sound followed by a whinny came from the west of us. Moments later, Samju broke through the trees, snorting in greeting at Alahna as if he hadn't abandoned and thrown her when she needed him.
I glared at her faithless steed and muttered a threat under my breath, but the stallion walked by me unaffected, straight toward his mistress. Until he scented the grover in her arms and stopped.
I had never seen a horse make an expression, but Samju looked definitely betrayed when he spotted the baby predator in her arms.
"It's alright, see, he's just a baby," Alahna cooed. But neither horse nor grover seemed impressed by her words.
"If you want to keep him, you better ride with me," I said, calling Vespa over and giving him a treat. At least this horse knew how to fight and stay by his master's side when needed.
"I can keep him?" Alahna checked.
"As long as he doesn't cause any mischief," I grumbled, already sensing trouble. But even if I had known the amount of mischief and grief the cub would cause, I don't think I would have been able to deny Alahna her pet.
"I admire your willpower," Cassair whispered as he walked by.
"See that all the meat is packed up, I'll take the kallini back to Grymburg to have her injuries taken care of," I told him, giving him a scathing glare, but he only chuckled.
"Ready?" I asked Alahna as I lifted her and her new pet onto Vespa's back, who snorted and turned his neck to look at her and the baby predator in her arms, not amused by having to give the creature a ride.
"Get over it," I told Vespa, "we will all have to."
I swung myself into the saddle behind her and relished the feeling of her warm body pressed against mine.
Like the day before, Samju, also not very happy, trotted behind us.
"Is there anybody who can see to his injuries?" Alahna asked, and I didn't have to ask who she was referring to.
"With some luck, the healer might have something," I offered. We didn't have any healers for animals. There were some males and kallinies knowledgeable about cattle and horses and such, but I doubted anybody had any kind of experience with injured grovers.
As far as hunts went, this one could have been better or worse. My blood had been running high when I faced off with the marcors, but my excitement over the fight had been tempered by concern for Alahna caught in the thornbush.
Fighting always excited me and Alahna's ass pushing against my cock only served to raise my level of arousal. I couldn't wait to take her home and show her just how much, but even then, I had a small inkling I would have to wait until the little critter was taken care of and I didn't have the heart to demand otherwise.
For some reason, Alahna's well-being and state of mind meant more to me than the needs of my body. While I puzzled over this enigma, Alahna fussed with the grover.
"He's so cute. I'm so happy I can keep him, thank you," she cooed at the grover and me. The sound of her melodious voice dispelled any misgivings I had over bringing a predator to Grymburg, and my mood shifted as ideas about how she could show me her gratitude entered my mind.
Samju was still pouting and even allowed one of the handlers to take him to a stable for a rubdown and meal. I thought maybe at least something good would come out of this.
"Send the healer up to my chambers," I ordered before I took Alahna and her pet up the stairs.
"We'll need a litter box," Alahna told me on the way up.
"A litter box?" I asked, perplexed.
"Yes. A box filled with sand, where Furbo can go to the bathroom," she elaborated.
"Furbo?"
"The cub," she explained, smiling.
I was still trying to figure out the litter box thing. I had been too caught up in Alahna to have given any thought to where the baby predator would relieve itself, but now that she mentioned it…
"He better not pee on my furs," I warned.
"That's why we need the litter box," she elucidated. "And we'll need some food for him, raw meat, I suppose."
