He left the den before he could hear any further advances from Deathbelle or her half brother. He felt sick in his gut, and needed some time to burn off his feelings. For half a moment he considered taking out his frustrations on that slave again. It seemed to be a recurring habit after all, that he let loose his anger on her.
He bowed his head with a sigh, and knew that his displays of anger where unbecoming to his training. It was not Zee’s fault that Deathbelle was.. Was.. no, he couldn’t even think it. It was too much.
He left the pack territory, for the first time since finding his way to the New Ashen Empire, he did not go only from pack territory to battlefield. This time he made his way into the dessert, letting the head of the sand sink into his soles, the burning sensation eased the pain in his heart. It would be here that Marshal found him, the dark bird swopped downwards from the sky, and landed heavily upon his rump. The Titan grunted at the feel of his claws, but otherwise ignored the weight of the large avian.
He stopped when he came to the sight of an Indigo bush. He studied it for a moment, the bright splash of color across the dready tones of earth. He needed a little color in his life, something different, to lift the loads that weighed down his soul. He pushed his head forward, and snapped a twig in his powerful jaws. He twisted around and held out the twig to Marshal, who obediently grabbed it. The bird was well trained, after all.
He turned and headed back towards the Ashen Empire, and made his way into the ravine, heading, for once, not towards Deathbelle’s den - he feared Hannibal might still be there, but rather to that of Zee. the spunky slave had learned a few harsh lessons of late, but he hoped he hadn’t ruined the brightness of her nature entirely. He tapped his paw against the rough surface beside the den in a knock.
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