Duskfire Glacier Well, hey there, pretty.

It's good to see youuu

His very presence had her senses tingling, mind struggling with the inner turmoil - it was happening again, and she was desperately trying to fight off the urge to approach him. It just felt so right, and yet so wrong at the same time. She didn't want to go to his side, her heart did not want him, and yet her legs trembled as words began to fall like venom from his tongue; blaming, was he blaming her? Of course he was, she expected no different, and yet it almost stung. Almost.

What did sting, however, was his statement about her pack - her friends, her home, her wolves, all gone. They had deserted her... but perhaps it was fault of her own. Perhaps she could have done more to defend them from the Nightstalker, done a better job at ensuring her family were safe from harm. The fallen empress flinched, gaze squinting as her eyes met the ground. "They are gone." She confirmed, feeling a lump begin to form in her throat - her voice was soft, yet slightly rough as though her tongue had been silenced for a significant amount of time. So too was she exhausted, and her courage to fight was growing thinner, dissolving slowly away with the weight of her troubles. 

"You have come for me, then?" The ghost mumbled, brows furrowing but paws remaining in place as though they were chained to the ground - she must not step closer, else she might fall into his arms again and she could not allow such a thing to occur. Her heart did not want to be grasped by him, did not want to be wrapped in his bitter embrace... but she hurt.