Noctisardor Bypass He's the one give his life to protect you

Crushing. Soul rendering. Heartbreaking. All the ways Etienne felt.

He left Anselm walking away. Further and further into the pack lands avoiding everyone if he could.

Each paw step a drum against his skull. Pressure and pain. An embittering sense of loss, circled and frothed. Rearing up to force him to gag in the bushes.

He followed the river. Paws slapping into the cooling mud. The rushes and reeds pressed against the edges. A cave, a dark hole, something that he could crawl in. Either one would suffice.