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He would not come closer—there was nothing to be spoken to the dark man, nor to the Nornir whom was dedicated to Gunnar and likely his ideals of justice and what had been and should be served.

The cool wind beckoned winter, tangling itself upon his pelt and reminding him that harder times were coming their way. It seemed almost impossible, in that moment, to realize his distrust in the other packs of the valley when they had been so intent on building trust. Instead, for now, he remained a shadow behind them, champagne eyes intent only upon Wren, acting as a witness as she continued to fall further into the darkness—bringing destruction and heartache upon herself.

Waiting for the moment it would be right for him to be at her side… to try to help her pick up the pieces. For what else could he do in that moment, but allow her this moment in an attempt to heal… and then be there for her in the spiral of it all?