Phantom Hollow [MATURE] Sorrowful

He made sure he was not followed. Though loyal to Zharille and her cause, his vow to Sovereign ran deeper. It was for their bond, that he wished her to join the brutal woman's band. So that they might stay side by side. Sure, it may mean the white orphan would have to submit to a higher authority, but she could recoup. She would not be alone. She would be a part of something once more, with him. Perhaps their trust and faith could be built back up again.

Unfortunately, bitter experience taught the sole Duskfire not to invest much stock in the promises of others. Especially where packs or groups were concerned. He remained loyal for now, a willing subject to do Zharille's bidding. But, one false move or one turn of abandonment and he would declare treason. And, as cold as the ice he had grown up on, would turn his back on her, to pack up and re-build his life elsewhere. He would not let Sovereign suffer that hurt, too.

He tracked her down, ever intent on not letting her off his radar for long. He found her, guided by the sound of her sobbing voice. Spotted her, apparently already on her way back to home base. His massive form blocked the way, heading to intercept her. His ears plastered down, heart twisting in his chest. And, for the first time in months, he used his voice. For her, and her alone. "...Sovereign...what are you doing out all this way?" His voice was deep, rough like uncured granite. He drew near with a low whine, butting his snout up under her jaw, tenderly. "Tell me what is wrong..."