"Hhhssss..." It was like the sound he had heard within the stone shell, the one that calmed him so very much. "Hhhhhh'nnnd." It was like a breath being wheezed out all around him, a cushion of eerie energy. The pup woke with a start, finding himself positioned in a new place (but it didn't seem that new); there was water nearby, the overwhelming smells of too many other things, and the whispering. He sniffed at the air with his round little face, and this became a wide yawn. Hynd squeezed his eyes shut as the yawn took over - and then, as he clipped his mouth shut, he gave a little hiccup.
Where was he? Where was his shiny shell? The boy wiggled nervously and canted his head in one direction, then another, until he'd made a semi-circle, and then plopped back down. The chrysalis was nowhere to be found, and that unnerved him the most. The shell had been his comfort. It had been the one familiar thing for him. And now, somehow, he was in a very different place without it - and the boy gave a little whine at the thought of this, as he did not like losing his safety-blanket, not in the slightest.
He concentrated as best he could and studied his surroundings, but there was no point. The water here smelled different - and more importantly, there were far more smells. The boy wasn't too aware of others, nor was he old enough to comprehend what Maji Walezi was. He knew he was being watched, somehow, or was paranoid enough to feel eyes upon him - and the dying whisper on the wind only made him want to withdraw further.
"Hhhh'nnndmaaaaahhhrrr.."
He was still sleepy, despite the uninterrupted slumber he had managed. While the world around him continued to make him nervous, Hynd seemed to have gotten accustomed to the unnerving feeling. He no longer cried out - and was strangely quiet when Makyna reappeared, dropping something nearby. Her voice made his ears twitch, and briefly the whispers grew more intense; as soon as he heard the groaning of the wind and felt a twinge of surprise, the whispers faded. This lioness hadn't hurt him - in fact, she seemed to chase away the scary sounds - and so he felt content in her presence. Her question didn't get a verbal response, though. The boy only shrugged his little shoulders, and his round muzzle parted in a big yawn.
(I'm so sorry I've been slow with Hynd!! Edit: Damn it I pressed enter while trying to write in the spell box.)
He didn't know if she could be trusted - trust wasn't a thing to Hyndmark, not yet - but she hadn't done anything mean to him. Yeah, the lioness was bigger than him, and she had scary teeth and scary claws, but, nothing had happened yet. As she bundled up the moss and came closer, Hynd lifted his head and stared at her; he only moved when he needed to nod again, to signify his understanding. She reached out and he flinched, ducking his head ever so slightly, but then shuffled closer when Makyna pressed her paw upon him. There was no point in fussing, even if the boy didn't know what to expect.
But then, when Makyna soaked the moss in water and brought the cluster back over to him, Hynd let out a tiny whine of protest - and the gem at his throat sparked with a brief energy.
(ROLL)
"Its cold!" The boy thought, as water dripped upon his body and Makyna tried to dab at the stains. His rounded nose crunched and he pulled his limbs in close, trying to hide his sensitive belly, and then raised one paw to try and deflect her attentions. His mouth wasn't moving - but somehow, the message was conveyed to Makyna. "No!"
He didn't know why smelling good was, well, good. But at the same time, Hyndmark lost the desire to protest against her efforts. She was kind to him so far, so he would lend her some amount of trust. Being fussed over gave the boy a small amount of pleasure as well, and he found that he enjoyed the physical contact that Makyna presented to him. Before long, Hyndmark was at ease, and somewhat clean. His bladder was empty so there was no threat of her work being spoiled.
When she was done, he seemed to flopped against her legs. His head rested briefly on one of her paws, using it as a pillow (and her paws were mighty things, but not exactly comfortable). After a moment he lifted his head and looked at her, his dark eyes squinting briefly.
(ROLL)
"Who a-are you?" It took effort to use his magic, and the voice it produced was shaky, uncertain. "Am I like you?" He asked next, with a bit more oomph (but not much); a brief flick of his eyes across Makyna made him think, "No. You.. There is more of you." With that, the glow in his gem fizzled out.