The Imperator stood still when the eagles had departed, scarlet liquid slowly dripping from his face down onto the grass, he stiffened though barely visibly when a familiar scent drifted towards him, the wind bringing him a gift and a bomb. He'd thought he would be the one to find her, not the other way around and a tiny flame of hope ignited inside him, did she still love him, did she seek him out to apologize? No, he was being stupid, she wouldn't, after all she had Scimitar with her didn't she? Shadow did not move, staying in his bowing position, time moved slowly and it was if the gods were holding their breath and waiting to see what would happen next. This ain't a show for you guys he thought sourly and was responded with a faint sound of laughter from a god, possibly Mercury, if he could smile, it would probably have been a smirk.
Finally she made a move, "Shadow," his heart clenched painfully within his chest as she spoke, it had only been a week but it felt like months, years without her. Shadow realized his fur was messy and ragged from lack of grooming and the grieving that had taken hold of him. Finally he raised himself to his full height, turned to look at her, left eye covered in a curtain of blood and streams of scarlet streaming down the left side of his face. Silver eyes filled with pain and grief, though he forced a faint smile on his face which probably just distorted his bloodied features.
Paarthurnax seemed different somehow, he couldn't put his paw on it but she looked different.