Noctisardor Bypass to love is to destroy

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Despite the grief and pain he was in, his senses were as alert as ever. The scent of a familiar wolf came, Crëyr. The welsh wolf and the one he knew he could trust. He was not blind to the friendship she and Paar had and wondered if her loyalty to her friend was stronger than her loyalty to himself. His heart (or whatever remained of it) clenched painfully at the thought of the crimson healer. Healer. They had not only lost a valuable wolf and his wife, but they had also lost the only healer they had. And now, they had to depend on him, he was more of a warrior himself but Father had taught him a bit of the arts of healing and it would come to use in time. How he wished Aemilia and Valerius and Scipio, all his siblings were here with him. Noctisardor Bypass was his family and home but they were his blood.

The welsh wolf closed the distance between them as he exhaled softly, his head lowered, utterly exhausted and defeated by the woman he had loved, and still loved. "Shadow," she spoke and he finally lifted his head. Silver eyes tired and weary but without tears, his attempt at not crying had succeeded, for now. He doubted he could keep it in for long, everything needed to be expressed one way or another, either he killed or physically did something or he cried, and crying was currently not an option. Neither was hurting Crëyr, she was his packmate, his friend and his family. Shadow even ignored the fact that she was not submitting, he didn't even notice, too busy drowning in grief.

”Shadow, is everything okay? What happened? Can I do anything for you?" he shook his head. "Paar left," he whispered, "And this time she left for good, she's not going to come back. I can feel it. I know it." the offer of fish went completely unnoticed as he gazed at the horizon. The Roman really wanted to cry now, to just whine and throw a tantrum, but he knew it would get Paar back and it would just throw the pack into chaos. That, he couldn't have. "Will you go with her? I'm pretty sure she's gone to Swiftcurrent Creek." he murmured as he lowered his head again and weeped. Shadow cried without tears, wept without salty liquid running down his cheeks. His body shook violently and he rocked back and forth but no tears came from his silver eyes. Father taught him well.