Blackfeather Woods you have witchcraft in your lips

He looked between the two.
She'd not left the territory as far as he knew.
So she'd decided to go off with some stranger, showing up on their borders, out of the blue.
He swallowed, looking between them again.

"Come back," he smiled softly, willing his voice not to betray him with worry.
But it was her choice. He'd still be here, in these woods, to accept her back into his arms.
Ivory Rose or not.
"Have a safe journey," he smiled again. He tried not to feel anger as he turned away, but Sithis pressed him to let it creep in and taint him.
None should turn their back.
Rowan retreated again, warring with his thoughts - or was it him fighting Sithis? - wanting to feel only love for those who wanted to come, but couldn't help but feel betrayed.