Sunset Valley he stole her youth

please excuse the trash posts while i find my groove with him. <3

he does not notice her right away; by the smell of carrion and blood upon the wind grabbing his attention. for a moment, the scorned prince considers to keep going. ignoring her. he almost does. he takes a step and then two before hesitating; letting his gaze trail over her pale form again.
something stops him. some guiding hand of the invisible mythos he has once devoted his life to, whose blood flowed through his veins ( or so said the generations that came before him ).
she smells of pack, he realizes now that he is slightly down wind of her. he couldn't recognize any of the packs now. with the pharaoh and her pack that he'd been intended to be a gift for from the living god ruling the oasis so very far from here gone ... he is free. a liberating and terrifying realization that he's spent many days and nights warring with.
hello, he offers in the common tongue, voice a bit rough from disuse.