Meryl was on his way home, hopefully Niviaq could handle it from there, and also teach Ceal a few more thins he couldn’t in her time at Diveen. He was tired, not physically but mentally. It was both so fulfilling to be around Daenerys and know she was taken care of but draining because of what had happened between all of them. Little did the tri-color wolf know that her warrior that had been with her was out ripping someone to shreds pretending it was him. He didn’t know of their relationship, not really at least but he had an idea based on his reaction to him. Meryl knew he made her life difficult, just as she had his. Being friends certainly helped though, having her set in stone in that position allowed him to relax around her but he couldn’t exactly expect others to do the same. It seemed Ceal still didn’t quite understand the precarious situation they both were in, more so now that she was a queen.
He had left in such a hurry Meryl hadn’t thought of the girl that he decided might be more than just a friend to him. It was only more solidified now that Daenerys had assumed the position of simply a friend rather than anything else, but now that he was on his way home it was hitting him just how strange he may have acted when he left. Tossing his best materials to pack up then his strange flinching and pacing as he did so. He knew she was fighting then, it was almost as if each wound had been afflicted to him when they happened and then the pulsing after affects that drove him to run as fast as he could to the mountain pack of Spirane letting his imprint connection lead him right to her. Now though she was safe in her pack, everyone within seemingly loyal to her and she was protected by her siblings and that one wolf, Leo, I think Cael called him. She would be safe with them.
Content in that he made his way back home, following the same straight path as his jogged his way back towards Diveen, navigating the rocky terrain that slowed his pace only slightly. He still had his duty there and he was eager to return home back to the normalcy that was his family and Yin’s company. It was then as if he summoned her himself that the call touched his ears. It was for him, she sounded so worried and guilt and sadness clutched him in the thought that maybe she had tried to follow him to Spirane worrying why he hadn’t come back like he normally had. He had passed her someway along back, her call behind him now. He hadn’t scented her but the air was so heavy with the scent of rain he could barely smell his own heavily herb scented coat.
He picked up his pace again, giving his own call to her over the rocks so that she knew he was near, that he was coming back for her. He wouldn’t leave her alone… again. His heart ached with guilt and sadness he hadn’t even said anything so preoccupied with trying to get to Daenerys he hadn’t said anything to her. Heyel was right. It was starting to weigh on him more now as he made his way back towards her and it upset him to know end he couldn’t have control over that feeling that just made him want to go. It felt like betrayal to himself and Yin more than anything. Was Heyel right? No matter what would he always go rushing to her? He grit his teeth looking entirely guilty as he spotted Yin below. He picked his set his bag upon the higher rock that he stood on before quickly picking his way down the rocks quickly towards her.
”Yin! Wh-what are you doing out here?” He asked, but he already knew the answer. Looking for me. he thought the guilty feeling bubbling up inside of him once more which would only grow more so once she confirmed it herself. Why else would she be calling for him? Either way he waited for her answer his form held low a clear sign of his shame for doing what he told Heyel he would do.
Meryl
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