Thunder Dome This silence is louder

The dark truth was that Noctura had every intention of leaving for the good of the pack. He blamed himself for what had happened — his violent instinct had overwhelmed him and reminded him that he was a slave to it. He had come away having had a bite out of both Alphas from Porcupine Ridge, and in showing such lack of control he was a danger to Ryūjin and its dignity. But there was an even fiercer danger here — the stabbing in his heart he felt at the idea of leaving Asterr...

The huge black statue stood by his young Alpha's side, completely silent. All he could give was a low, purposeful nod to her as she put forth her proposition, dark ears flickering elegantly backwards. His muted method of obeying. He would come with them. Of course he would. All he'd had before this meeting was the knowledge that at least he could step aside gracefully, give a bit of security back to the pack by removing himself from it. But now that the time came to make that decision, he couldn't. Be it by heart or fang, Ryūjin was stuck with him.