The Sunspire If the night is burning I shall cover my eyes

With Vienna still bedridden from her attack Sumayl had found that his taste for adventure had dampened greatly — for it was no fun without the sunny woman by his side — but his new found tendency to stick within the Sunspire's claimed lands, unless his duty of Gamekeeper drew him outside of it, given that he could not slack off on his pack duties, was borne not of dishearten but instead out of the instinctual need to want to be close to Vienna, or at the very least remain a call away should she want or need anything. He wanted to protect her and he certainly couldn't do that if he was too far away. Sumayl had developed something of a routine of making a round to keep her company or bring her food, while trying his best to avoid her brother. They had fought twice now and Sumayl was in no mood to make it a third time, especially with their common interest bedridden and within earshot. There was nothing that seemed right about fighting with Jaxe when Vienna wasn't well. Though mostly Sumayl wanted to antagonize Jave, especially given that the other had stepped down from leadership. The golden Ostrega couldn't help but feel that it would be extremely cruel and low of him, so he resisted. Still, Jace was ranked above him and Sumayl couldn't help but feel that he was stuck at the rank of Theta because of his behavior with Jace while the other male had still been Beta.

But Sumayl wouldn't have been so vocal if he wasn't prepared to pay his dues.

Sumayl didn't go through his life acting as he did while living in a fantasy world where consequences did not exist. Even as a child he had never lived in such a delusional world. The circumstances of his upbringing had likely had much to do with it.

It was about mid-night and Sunayl found that sleepnwas coming with quite a struggle. He could not place why his mind would not shut down or why he could not simply fall into a slumber, only that he could lay there for as long as he wanted and it would make no difference. With a sigh he left his den, hoping that a walk in the chilling and icy winter night might help make him sleepy. Or at the very least clear his mind. Sumayl's path intentionality took him by Vienna's den, telling himself that it wouldn't hurt to pause for a few seconds, long enough to check on her. As he drew nearer his ears culled forth listening for the tell tale rhythm of slumber but instead picking up the harsh inhales and expels of air that if Sumayl didn't know better would have associated with crying.

Tears were not his forte but then again without seeing her Sumayl couldn't say for sure that she was crying but even so he did not hesitate further, walking right up to the mouth of her den. "Vienna?" Are you alright? but the words did not spill from the Ostrega's lips wondering if she would lie to him and tell him that she was when he sensed differently. Sumayl half had the mind to poke, but at the last minute had a lapse in his own arrogance and respected her space. "What's wrong?" Sumayl inquired, attempting to hide his alarm though not his concern.