What had he been following? From Spirane to Iromar and back again, he had drifted between the realms, seemingly unable to bring himself to commit once again. Fearful, perhaps, that his attempt at change had been the one thing that had taken him back to where he did not wish to be. Or perhaps he had just been foolishly following her, hoping, some vain attempt to bring her the feeling of life she so wanted. But somebody else had brought her life - not just a feeling of it but life itself. Gut feeling had been there and scent had been able to confirm. Yet he still followed. Ah, he had gone from being a ghost to a shadow.
But why Asteraia, he did not know. Did she feel at home there? Had she made residence there? His paws had been hesitant to cross the border and yet, he found himself unable to resist the desire to do so - held his breath, slid beneath the tall blades of grass and followed. Her pain was a beacon and though he did not know as he slipped slow and steady through the Pharoah's domain, he would surely arrive after Segin made his place within the den. Even with his scent there, though, Wraith still hovered by the den's mouth, a quiet whisper of a call released to announce himself. That in itself made him queasy with uneasiness - announcing himself. Who was he to think he deserved an announcement? But she had cried out and blood permeated the air like a veil...he'd had been a coward to shy away from that.
He could hear the other male inside - see him almost in the dim light. Wraith's body instinctively lowered, submissive almost, as he spoke. "Stranger...tell me...what you see." His lips were taut for a moment as his stance changed, prepared almost to be assaulted. "She is...a friend." Sick. Sick to be unsure if it was true or if such a word even meant anything in the world between he and her. "I can help."