Golden Glade look what's left of my bled heart

Dagfinn remained a while longer, hovering awkwardly by the almost-stranger. He felt as though he ought to do something or call someone, but it didn't seem like Silas wanted help any more than he wanted company.

Muttering a farewell under his breath, the dark male padded past his packmate and out into the wilds, intent on getting away from the territory for a while.