Shadow Mountain Vhenan Aravel

A shocked scoff crinkled the soft pattern of Varian's muzzle, painting him a rather unbecoming shade of confused at the wolf's sudden departure. Wait, don't run– His affronted shout bounced from rock to rock, ringing around him like an audience, mimicking and mocking.

The spike in his tone was so vulnerable, almost desperate, but why? What was it that made his paws begin to move as they did? Dragging and stumbling to an uneven sprint that followed the other's steps. What was it, if not simply an aching loneliness. A pathetic curiosity for something, someone, so evidently oblivious to the horrors most others welcomed.