Death is saving me

Of course he came. There was no hesitation in the Warlord. He pushed back the darkness that had been creeping into his lonely heart. He stayed by Tamsyn, wrapping her in his arms at night, and keeping himself awake. He caught cat-naps throughout the day to keep himself going, and stayed near Resin.

He saw little of the noble warrior he had known. The raging terror that confronted them each time they went near the dungeons was a monster of what she had been. Violent, aggressive. A stranger. He discovered, to his dismay, that his heart could indeed break a little further.

The stone prison that the Hallows called pack had some benefits. The fireplace was classier than the firepit they used back home. With only a room to warm, its wood went further and did more. Winter was changing to summer at last, and his thick coat felt overly warm, but Tamsyn was by the fire. So he remained near her, feeling the heat, and little else.

He came to life suddenly at Ulric's call, and was on his paws and beside her in a moment. She had told him about the sabers that they had chased from their borders - had they returned?

"Speech"