Dublin listened to the bantering between the two dogs, massaging the earth in boredom with his claws. All this talk of offspring—bah. The methods to get them were all fine and good by him, the result was something he rarely desired. He viewed them much like he viewed Kahewai at this second: more trouble than their worth. He did not bat an eye to the bright beast as she hung in the air beside him. Sure, he knew he vowed to protect her. She had to learn somehow, and if that meant letting the femme and brute jump her, then so be it. He watched Lysandroth more closely, paying attention to her words. True fire in this one—he liked that.
As Lysa's conversation redirected to Kahewai, the Fairy Paragon waved a clawed paw to try and signal she had never taken offense. With a brute like Caine lurking around, Kahewai didn't
want to be the best. It seemed to make the gold and black beast more attracted to a creature. If she was the worst here—fantastic! She would be left alone, hopefully. She felt like she'd never be able to look away from Caine—his presence was a constant threat even if he wasn't watching her.
But there was something more mysterious and worrisome than Caine. From the darkness of the shade surrounding them a ghostly grey shadow moved soundlessly closer. Kahewai pumped her wings a few more times to gain height. If this was another Lucain, she was leaving. She didn't care to where—but she was leaving this place and these creatures.
Zabimaru
The shadowed figure crept closer until blood red markings could be seen on its skin and details of the mane and tenderlings falling over its face rustled in the breeze. The proud looking Nago stepped forth into the light, disregarding the Lucain for the moment. His black eyes were set on Dublin and Kahewai.
"You two have given me a chase." The beast said in a deep but smooth and soothing voice. Adjusting his flamed tail, he looked up to Kahewai.
"Though I must say—you make quite an easy beacon to spot once you challenge the treetops. It may be a wise idea to come down before you attract more guests, M'Lady."
At this his eyes fell to the Lucain, to whom he lowered his maned head in acknowledgement. Curious pair, those. By the look on the Lady Paragon's face, they had not been all that graciously accepted by his newfound wards.