Broken Boulder we walk the hillside, lost souls in the moonlight

His chest was still heaving as he closed the distance between himself and the borders of his home, sobs still tearing from his throat. Of all the feelings he expected, the creeping sense of regret was not one. He had already slowed when Eris was suddenly in his path, ready to turn back. Relief and agitation hit him in equal waves at the sight of her.
Zamael— It came out choked, desperate, only half intended as an answer to her question. He collapsed, tears spilling over and soaking into his fur. Alarian tried again a few more times, tried to tell her something, but nothing came out. The grief and regret had lodged firmly in his throat; all he could think about was the fact that he needed to go back. He needed to find Zamael, and never let him leave again.