Guilt. It eats away at him as if it is a tangible thing. The gnawing sensation at his chest is uncomfortable, heavy with the thoughts that now cloud his mind. For after he had come to Spirane, bloodied and torn he had come to her. His friend, his now queen. Daenerys. When he had come to this world he had not expected to find such a kind soul, one who seemed far wiser than he had known. The draw to her was there, in his his shy state he could not resist a life without her. Though he is new to this title of friend, he had hoped never to fail her. But what he thought had been a kind gesture perhaps had been a mistake. He had come to her, just wanting to be within her company so that it could ease his pain. Watching her anger at his state had affected him. Orra had been the only one to ever care for him and watching her take him in, he could see the fury in her eyes at the one who had attacked him. He had killed so many in his life yet that moment far surpassed the thrill. She had told him to stay and stay he had, but what he did after had been the mistake? Despite the urge to stay close to her he had scurried like some rat and hide within her mountain, not wanting to taint her view of him while his mangled face and shoulder were so fresh. He did not want her to that side of him, he wanted her to see her beautiful snow capped home and not the monster that had bled upon it. At that time he had thought his actions kind, but now that spring was upon them the doubt is there and he hopes he can fix this.

Nose wrinkles as the fresh scents of spring adorn the mountainside. As the slightly chilled breeze ruffles through her dark fur. Orange eyes searching the area as he is intent on one thing, her. He had missed her, unlike the loss he feels at Orra this one seems unknown. For Orra was never to return, Daenerys could either accept or reject and it is unsettling to him. The new scars that adorn his face are still slightly pink, adding more to the horror of what he use to be. He had yet to look upon the added additions but he hopes that they are far less morbid on the eyes than the mess they had been before. His nerves at the forefront of his mind, wondering if he had already failed at this friendship, perhaps he would never be good enough.

He had heard of the news, of her pregnancy. He had been tempted to go to her then, to make sure she was cared for but he had not healed and to look at her with torn flesh at perhaps the most special time in her life, he couldn't do that to her. It is now he wanders, his intentions clear as he makes his way to her den. Nervous, excited, afraid, cautious.

As he nears his approach slows, orange eyes darting nervously as rough voice calls out almost quietly. "Daenerys?.." Her scent is strong here, so much he can taste it. As he steps closer, unsure of himself. For he did not want to bother her should she be sleeping. It is as he moves closer does his ears flickers at the sounds within. The heavy pants. The sounds of pain. For a moment his stomach drops, fear builds in his belly. And then he is there at the mouth of the den unsure what his orange eyes will find. Lips quiver as teeth flash, searching for the one who was causing those sounds from her but quickly does he desist. As his head tilts, ears perked. Confusion for just a moment before it clicks. Puppies. He almost swallows his tongue, orange eyes darting to her. And for a moment he thinks he just might be the one who passes out.

He stands there almost in a odd daze, before he realizes that perhaps it is rude to be witnessing this. "For-forgive, me." As he moves to turn around, momentarily colliding with the den's side as embarrassment floods his face. As he plants himself just outside. His breathes are heavy, wondering if he had just committed some insult. He had not know she was birthing, he had thought someone was harming her. "I did not mean to stare." He whispers, not wanting to distract her. He had never seen a birth and, for a moment he was both fascinated and afraid. Yet despite his blunder he cannot help but lean against the outer den wall, ears perked as he listens to the efforts within. Should he help? Hell what could he do? Stupid. What do I do? "You can do this Daenerys." All he thinks is to offer his voice, encouragement in this time. For he can do nothing more.

So intent in listening in and offering words of encouragement. He does not realize he is practically bouncing on the soles of his paws. Excitement at the fact of his friend becoming a mother, orange eyes keeping watch to make sure the little family is safe within even though he does not doubt any harm would befall her in her lands. It is in his bliss for her that is then he hears a softer silence within, as he ever so curiously peeks his head slightly around the corner. Trying to catch a glimpse to make sure all is well. Attempting subtly, which in this bundle of excited nerves had failed. As he once again finds himself no longer peeking but in full sight as his tail seems to wave a mile a minute, his tongue hanging as he pants. A look at what is beneath those scars, as the pure joy and life shine through."They are beautiful." He breathes, as he smiles warmly at her taking a moment to just take in the image of her with them before he returns to the side, giving her this time with her newborns. As he grins happily just around the corner. As for once in his life, he now understands why Orra had wanted him to find happiness and he can think of nothing better than this moment. So proud of his friend.

Is this the end i feel?

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SIX - MATE: NONE - IMPRINT: NONE - OF SPIRANE