Once the Chase was on, the copper would be relentless in his pursuit of the chimera, he would not give an inch to any other male that wanted to get passed him, nor would he allow any to move in closer and steal away Nerosali's glory of choosing. Just as fierce as she was to protect herself from that ending, Nekhen was just as adamant to make sure they never even had the chance to. Though he admired her sweet words to him, the guard was silent as he ran, loping through the underbrush and leaping over logs or boulders as effortlessly as the one they followed, keen eyes paying attention to a little of everything as they ran headlong into the jungle. A watchful eye kept track of the suitors, daring any to try their luck and yet another glance was spared for their surroundings, ensuring that Nerosali would remain protected while she relied on instinct to guide her. Most of the copper's mind was trained on the black rose, watching her every move and matching it with his own.
They were running through his
territory now, the outskirts of the Packs' land and where Nekhen felt the most comfortable patrolling, keeping the borders of their territory safe. He knew every tree, every twist and turn between their trunks and where their eldest had fallen. The contours of the land were mapped inside his mind and he allowed memory and swift feet to take the reins as they moved through the jungle and soon enough that advantage brought him close enough to be running nearly side by side with the maiden. A lasting look was given to the chimera, and while he was presumptuous enough to rival her lead, he would never challenge her further than that and kept pace for only as long as it took to make his point. He was strong, he was more than capable than most of these males, and he would protect her at all costs, putting his life between hers and the danger of the jungle unknown.
After the moment had passed, Nekhen slipped back a pace or two, a soft rumbling growl urging the maiden to keep going. He would rightfully follow her wherever she went now, he would be right behind her to watch and protect, to safeguard what was most sacred and he would not forsake Nerosali or the Pack by giving any less of himself. He would not tire, he would not fail. To the ends of the Southern lands and back again he would run with her, and the way his lean frame flowed through the jungle beside her could account for his ease in this wilderness, and perhaps he very well could reach the horizon if only they ran long enough.
The two toned blood wher rather enjoyed the feel of the damp ground under his feet and the freedom of running headlong into the mysteries of the mists. Only one shining light to guide them, a beacon of beauty as she ran, lithe muscles propelling her further, the waves of rose on her back looking just as alive as she was in this murky mist. Nerosali was a jewel among the Pack, a star that deserved every moment of her glory and Giocosoman would never dare to encroach upon this occasion for her. If he were chosen, it would be because of his merit, his skill and prowess that spoke to her, that he would be chosen over the rest of them meant more than making the choice for her. And so, he took the opportunity to prove that merit, to follow her with a dogged determination and skill of body that would show the maiden that he was a worthy choice as sire, as a devoted mate.
Run and I will chase. Lead and I will follow. Whatever your desire, I will do my best to fulfill until I can no more. Sweet rose, you are all I need.
Gio crooned softly as she picked up the pace again, calling them onward and further into the wilderness until there was no more to give. Muscles would burn, lungs cry for air, and still the jungle would go flying passed them, fleet of foot and sound of mind as they Ran. The blood wher would not give up on her that easily, he would give unto her every ounce of his strength before relenting, and only then when her choice had been made. Until then, the two toned wher gave chase, bounding over fallen trees, sweeping around boulders and weaving between the tree trunks in the pursuit of her happiness.