what if this is all the love you'll ever get

Rosemary loved the night and his strange companion certainly didn't object to stalking by moonlight. Rosemary had chosen to shrug off duties as a fighter and pursue a more noble and worthwhile cause as a hunter instead and as he scented the air, searching for the scent of prey he was instead met with the smell of sorrow and misery intermingled with the scent of his beloved sister.

Rage filled him. He burst from his cover his body nearly hidden in the darkness save for the shock of white lightning at his rear and tore across the ravine, pouncing with the grace of a large cat up the steep climb to Deathbelle's perch and when he reached her his expression was awash with unmasked concern and the faint flame of unbridled rage.

“Beloved, who has hurt you this night?” He asked, unable to completely hide his sheer outrage under the mask of his usually calm tones.