Sun Mote Copse A runaway once more

   Embry was silent as he ran, bounding alongside Feyre without pausing to look back upon Jhala and her forsakened pack. He had found that, within the few preemptory moments he had shared in the Glade, he truly hadn't ever felt himself grow extraordinarily attached. It didn't make much sense why the pull had been lost - it was rather like some unknown string had snapped. His thoughts ran as fast as he, hesitating only as he lulled in step - purposefully lagging behind (however descretely) to assess the condition of his fellow escapee. He didn't dare meet her eyes yet, when he knew she would only find a hatred he was not ready for her to discover. There were darkness's that could blemish this gem before him... He intended to keep them as far away as he could manage for as long as it took. 

     Throughout the light jog he had been wandering about past experience. This whole encounter was deja vu to him, what with the golden setting and ireful pursuit. He might as well have just introduced himself to a murderer. But things were noticeably different, by degrees he was slowly coming to acknowledge. When the pair finally approached the ravine, he had just about come to terms with reality. Just about.

     Her shaky voice was enough to jet in the motivation he had ebbed throughout the short journey. Finally, he let his sea-green orbs match with the woman in front of him. Princess. What have I done? He resisted the impulse to comfort her any further than to press his flank lightly upon her's. The night would soon be arriving and a few things needed to be settled. He knew that the primary course of action needed for any lone wolf in need of survival ethics was determination. A goal had to be set. He wanted, beyond everything he'd ever wanted before, to show this wolf that he loved her. She, the girl who just gave up a future for him. He needed to make her a better one.

     "Feyre, I can't believe you..." But he trailed off. The problem was, he could believe it. He could because he would have done the same thing. Part of him believed it was why he had left his pack before. Damn, she looked too pretty to be here, beside this brute who'd stolen her. "You... You could have been killed..."
     
     He released a hesitant sigh. He had traveled this route before, though it wasn't ever this close to the water when he'd ventured it. It seemed fitting for Feyre, who seemed to attract the prettiest of places. His first day with her would be tomorrow... All his. He had to keep her safe. Already, his mind was whirring. They could easily travel to the coast again. Or maybe by Drageda. She would make any place paradise.