But if it had to perish twice,

It was slow going, slow and painful and hard. He had left the Hallows with the thought of seeing his Wife again soon. He returned to it knowing he never would again. He pulled Tamsyn along in the cart, ignoring his singed paws, his head held low. He felt… defeated. Wrung out.

He wanted, more than anything in the world, to go home. To return to his den, to curl into his bedding, and find his wife there. Warm, and familiar, and loving.

He loved Tamsyn, his greatest friend, but a part of him hated her too. He should not have left the death place of his Wife. she had ripped him away, and thrown him into a world suddenly unbearably hard.

He trudged on, and on, and on, and then, finally, made it to the Hallows.

"Speech"