Porcupine Ridge One Step Closer To The Edge

Zephyr didn't move, didn't think, didn't breathe, only kept a level and sad gaze on Warbone -- they both stared for a moment that seemed to last a lifetime -- until the king finally spoke. "Come". 

Moving as a shadow would, the ebony brute bounded across the stone haphazardly to follow his newfound purpose. He was careful to slow in his approach, tail dragging on the earth, head and ears lowered, and even slightly bent at the knee. Zephyr would follow the palefaced man at his flank wherever he lead, silently; it was his alpha -- yes, his willing and needed alpha -- who broke the air with a question.

               What happened to you?

For a few paces, Zephyr was silent, apple eyes on his paws. So, so much. He wasn't about to unburden himself on the copper man, however. 

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