Everett
Everett was walking, barely able to keep everything together as he suddenly stumbled into the She-Wolf. He groaned in irritation. The smell of wolf. Doesn't she take any baths at all? What do commoners use for bathing anyways. A bucket of water? Without any apology for stumbling into her, he pulled away as soon as he could. Though, it wasn't that fast, seeing as how he was injured. Where was the station, again? I should have paid more attention...
"The station is roight that ways, your Highness," Nellie started with a pointer paw, "but that thoroughway is always blocked'en by customs an' guards. Per'aps if wes just circle about a bit we cans jus' come into the station a'long the tracks, an' avoid all the checkpoints for foot traffic."
"Lead the way, Plain-Racer." He let out the words, oddly able to conceal his frustration and pain. Like he was on a lovely stroll through the city. Though, his nice words, and smooth accent made a few Common Felines to turn a ear at him. Of course, he didn't notice at all. "Sad to say, I don't know this city very well."
He really didn't. His brother, being the heir to the throne was the one who actually tried to win the love of the Felines. He knew this city and despite what their mother had warned of, Prince Korso had even been known in a few underground gambling rings. Though, this Prince Everett had thought fun and had even joined his elder brother a few times, but found it too much work to hide his identity and lose their guards. Prince Everett really wasn't fond of doing anything other then Loaf around the castle and perhaps, talk lies into the ears of handmaidens.