It had felt peculiar to be away from the girl for so long; his thoughts had been haunted by her but he had been too anxious to ever seek her out formally. However, the moment he had seen Blackthorne and his followers leave, he had been stricken with the sudden need. Her fear from so long ago had become his - he feared for her. It had been strong enough to pull him away from his home and into the wild lands in search of her; it had been strong enough to lead him right to her, a concealed sigh of relief at having found her safe and well. He had never been too good at expressing himself but where he failed, her happiness succeeded. At least she could speak for him in that regard.

They moved along together for some time and her presence had begun to make him feel more...content. He had almost forgotten why he had sought her out and had simply become accustomed to having such an integral piece of himself closer; with his mother cooped up with his new siblings and his father consistently busy, he had a lot of time by himself. With Zafira though, he suddenly felt completely and utterly not alone. It was pleasant but such pleasantries could only last so long.

He felt her fear before she had even voiced it and before he had even seen her; like a breeze, it crept up the back of his neck and forced him to immediately turn to her, his eyes wide with concern. Her words made his brows furrow but he waited a moment before he reached out towards her, his muzzle atop her shoulder before he spoke. "Nobody can hurt you," not will but rather, can. He'd put a stop to anybody who dared to lay a claw upon her let alone looked at her the wrong way. With that, he retracted and offered her a small grin, an effort to calm her before he looked back towards the woods of Glorall. "What is mine is yours." That included his home - and his family if need be.