A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.

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So much of the trauma had stemmed from the very spot where they meet again it seemed, it was not something he could wave away with words of apologies or merely feeling bad, he knows this, because the wounds had sunk too deep and left their scars. He was older and he has changed, and yet so was she in the certainty that everyone is swept with the currents of time. He was here and it was too little too late, because things had far since escalated past where he could ever hope to make a difference, unable to stop himself from failing, if only he could turn back the tides of time itself. "I did not wish to believe such a thing could have truly happened..." His words are hollow and loose as they rolled off his tongue, because as he knows the worst case scenario had indeed happened. "I would have never wished the deaths... of any of those you have every cared for."

He had been younger and had given into his weaknesses, he had not even tried to think about what consequences his flight would have caused, he had done nothing to protect his promise to his rainbow friend, had failed to protect her and those she loved, and yet some part of him wanted nothing more than to rebuild that and show that he could become much more than anyone could have ever thought. It was far too late for him to go back on giving into his fear, but maybe this wasn't a complete shut door just yet. She shook her head and stepped away from him, and he received the message loud and clear. "I was afraid. I allowed myself to fall prey to my own fears and insecurities." His voice is low and it is regretful, because he has never been proud or blind to his own shortcomings. There was too much sorrow here and he knew no words could ease it, that it would be a mountain to climb to redeem his name, because even still he feels the want to protect her, despite the fact that he had failed that long ago.

Death had seemed to haunt and befall all that he had ever run from, Zawyne and her friends as well as his pack and family back home. He wanted to help her rebuild her life beyond everything else, but it seemed he would have to start by building a new image of himself in her eyes. He says nothing and he holds his tongue silently, holds his form low and yet keeps himself from moving forward to try to comfort her when he knows that such a thing would not be accepted. He could feel a slight prickling at the fur along his spine as he thought of her seeing the lifeless eyes of her friends, and a pang of pain rippled through his empathic soul and pulsed in his veins, the sense that he had committed some unspeakable betrayal, and yet he knows his place is not to place his fears over the importance his promise had once held. He was being burned to ashes by the hurt and distrust he had caused her to feel of himself, and all that was left was to rise from his own ashes.

The next words she spoke flowed over and through him like water, and he straightens himself up almost as if he were brushing away the events clogging his mind though they tangle over him still. The change over his features and form were notable, almost as if he had shrugged away the very identity and sorrow clogging his pores to give her the fresh start she had asked for. His ears are pointed forward and his bi-colored eyes are curious, even as he still felt like he could never quite purge their first meeting from his mind. The white flecked blackness of his coat reflected the night's sky above them, his eyes reaching and curious, the want to know her vibrant in their depths, his own head tilting slightly as he gazed into her own heterochromic depths. He still remembers and wants to cling to that long broken promise however, wants to forge it anew.


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