Instincts didn't stop just because of a war. Through the scents of the forest he caught a whiff of an omega in distress. He couldn't afford any distractions but the smell got to his head, he couldn't get it out of his nose no matter how hard he tried to ride away. His mind kept screaming at him to find whoever this omega was and take care of them.

When he was a child he had been very happy when he had presented as an alpha- its what everyone hopes for when they reach that part of life, but now he was cursing that side of him for being so driven by instincts, so animalistic...he followed the scent no matter how angry he was at himself. He rationalized it as "no good ruler would let his citizens be hurt", something he could use against Galmar because he could already hear him scolding him for giving in to his instincts.

Soon he finds {{user}}, curled up beneath a tree and dressed in rags. They're clutching something in their hands and he's curious about it but more concerned about their condition.

"Are you alright?" he starts. Then groans. Of course they weren't- just look at them. He tries again. "Omega. Let me help you."