Words are spaces between us.

The cinnamon beast stood in the foliage, his eyes trailing over the lissome female -- turmoil wracked at him as he debated on simply striding closer, echoing his previous sentiment that there would be trouble if Shadow chose to pursue his antics against the Creek -- which he had. But more importantly, for the very selfish moment he currently held himself, there was his own heartache that the ivory she-wolf he had once desired nothing more than to call his own had not yet come home. Not to him.

He had strode over the borders that day with little thought as to reasoning -- he trailed the lands around Rising Sun Valley, firmly believing that perhaps he would catch wind of Bazi's scent -- but he hadn't, and she continued to remain elusive from him in more ways than one.

Shaking his thick pelt, the male prowled forward, his eyes flashing as he made his presence known with heavier steps. His relationship with Paarthurnax was complicated now at best -- the two had been comrades, and could have been good friends.. but she had chosen to go with him, and while he worried for her own well-being, nothing he had said seemed to change her mind. She just couldn't seem to see what everyone else did -- Shadow was a power hungry fool who held no respect for anyone but himself.

"Paar," he rumbled, his voice thicker with emotion as he felt his throat clench. He had held himself so strongly before -- taking the role and trying to move the pack forward. Now, as he stood before the crimson beauty, he felt but a shadow of the man he was supposed to be. "Paarthurnax.. she left me."