Nassir's mind had been filled with thoughts of the troubled hybrid he had come across a cycle ago. She had been having trouble with her parent, and he hoped they were finally separated. Of course, at the moment, he had no way to tell. So he tried to cast those memories aside and focus on where he was. His paws had led him to Polaris, although it was very dark. He walked, his tail trailing behind him, the occasional clinking of the gem hitting a rock.

After some time, he saw two creatures ahead. One stood out at least partially, as they had white fur. He could only barely see another. At first, he wasn't sure what they were doing - the white one was clinging to something. The other's neck? When he saw them hastily get off, he frowned. Were they...fighting? Oh dear, that was no good. He hoped he wasn't too late, and that the injuries weren't too bad.

He quickly rushed over to them. "Hey! What are you guys doing? These caves are not a place for fighting!" He went in between them, glancing at one and then the other. "We must all get along. There is no reason to fight! I don't know why you are fighting, but I am sure there is no good reason for it! Everyone should treat each other kindly. We do not need evil in this place! We're all stuck here, with no idea what this place is. Why hurt each other? There is no point to it!"

His frown increased. "We all live here. If others are fighting for no reason, no one will feel safe! Everyone has a right to feel safe in these caves. It is a very bad thing to fight and hurt others! Is it really so hard to be nice to each other, without trying to rip their fur off?"

He acts. | "He speaks." | He thinks. | @Astaroth @Eira