Firefly Glen [m] the initiative

Her words brought to mind his loss, and he did not know how to process it at first. Only a scowl draped his face, adding a more sullen expression where usually there was one of stoicism. He cleared his throat, seeking words that didn't want to be spoken; they grated through the air.

It is gone. He did not like being so untethered. That much was evidenced by the forlorn expression in his eyes. I had gone hunting, and was injured. When I tried to return I found it... empty. No explanation left to him. His voice dwindled; he chose now, not to focus on what he'd lost. The wolves of the Rise, who have been... friends, to me, in an odd sense that was true, —helped me to recover.

And he was here, now. Aimless. A shadow of his former self, standing before the flicker of her moonlit body.