The sun was rising slowly, and if Amarok wanted to get out of here before his father or mother found out, they needed to leave. He whistled sharply, thick white smoke huffing from between his teeth in anticipation. Firebreathing was a natural part of Iluti physiology, but if he reached these pillars of light and absorbed their magic, that very same fire that he spouted from his lungs would bend to his will. His mastery of the element was the last thing for him to achieve before he could truly become a ruler of their kingdom,. And while Amarok was in no rush to take on that responsibility, he would finally be able to prove to his parents that he was responsible enough to handle it.
"Follow closely, and keep to the path." And, slowly, Othen sped up, much like a hunting raptor in movement with his head low and tail swaying to keep balance. Othen was fast, very fast indeed, but Amarok wouldn't want to leave the others in the dust.
Within the walls of the Iluti Kingdom, the King of the territory would discover that his son was missing from his bedchamber. He would sigh, shake his head, and return to his own room to let his wife know that their son was off on yet another adventure.
She would probably scream.