Emberwood if he's a king, he's a priest and god too

He rolled reallllll low, this should be fun <3

He couldn't. He saw the coyote tear at his friend and his panic only grew. He should want to defend her, he should want to help, but he was not able to move. There was no iron in him, no will to hurt, no desire for blood. Just pure fear and a yawning, ever-growing depth of shame. It was the latter that finally broke him, and with a sob he spun and fled. Not towards the coyote, but away... tearing off into the growth at their back.

Over the pounding of his heart, he could only hear a ringing in his ears.

He'd let them down and he did not know what would happen to him because of it. Would they make him leave? Ashlar did not pull to a shuddering stop until he was far removed, and his trembling legs collapsed as he sobbed into the soil at his feet. If they did, he would deserve it. He did not know why they chose to fight, but they had. That should have been enough.