ooc: Thought I'd have him arrive as Séraphine was leaving...? C:
Speak of the Devil, and He shall appear...
Jacquez Trouillefou was in a pleasant mood that afternoon as he strolled away from the stables, mischief glinting bright in his obsidian-black eyes. Finn Fidh had spent the morning with him, testing out her new werewolf form in the best workout he could give her. He was glad, supremely glad that the scar-riddled brawler had joined his kingdom -- she had already proven herself a fine packmate. She had even chased away the chill of the cool autumn day, along with the bottle of rum he had downed. Yes, things were going splendidly in the Court of Miracles. Svara and Firefly had come home, Leroy and Ayita would have their litter soon, beautiful women were chasing after him everywhere he turned... it was good to be king.
His folded ears flicked forward as he caught the faint sound of a howl. Someone was at the borders, then? It was too far to recognize the voice, but the female's cry was not unfamiliar. The monarch brushed some stray leaves from his burnished fur, vainly picking a twig or two from his mane before he set out leisurely across his land. Someone else would greet the inquirer by the time he arrived, but he could be fashionably late and steal the spotlight. So long as he looked the part; no bits of grass or anything in his pelt from rolling about on the ground... And his little filly, Rue, was not following to undermine his authority today. She had found a new playmate, Finn's big red deer companion. Jacquez was taking advantage of the temporary distraction to sneak away on his leaderly duties yet again.
As his long legs strode purposefully nearer to the scent borders of their land, he was combing his memory to try and recall the voice that had carried on the wind. It didn't sound like Kaena or Hanna or any of the wolves from around here. Brows furrowed, Jacquez climbed to the top of the ridge, peering down into the clearing to see the small figures below him. He frowned as he recognized Ruri - why had she come all the way to edge of the territory again? Was she safe?
His wet nose caught the scent, and then the tension fell from his posture, a knowing smile spreading onto his countenance. Séraphine! She had survived the shipwreck after all, and come to join them in their new home! Oblivious to the third little figure that Ruri had knelt to greet, the monarch strode jauntily down the hill, his spirits rising at the thought of his old crew coming home.