The Worst Outcome

Ezra hardly left Syanna's side, but he also tried to balance his need to be over protective with her need to be strong on her own feet. The only way he knew how to give her some space and breathing room was to busy himself with his usual pack duties so that's what he did—running patrols, helping with hunts, assisting in the preparations for the upcoming wedding. He was still with her more often than not, but it at least kept him from being glued to her every moment of the day which he liked to think was good for the both of them no matter how hard it was for him. He had noticed her acting a bit strange with some tiredness and fatigue over the last few days, but he just wrote it off as her body still recovering from the awful trauma it had gone through. She had been beat to hell and back and he understood that it was going to take more time than either of them would like for her to recover so he didn't say anything, just supporting her and getting her what she needed in anyway way he could.

However, when he came back from his morning patrol and found her laying on the bed facing the wall with a thousand yard stare his stomach twisted with worry and he frowned as he gently closed the door behind him. "Syanna?" he questioned as he walked over to the bed, pulling himself up onto the bed as he settled in behind her, his larger frame forming easily around hers with one of his forelegs slipping around her gently. "Are you okay?" he added, kissing her forehead tenderly while he tried to catch her gaze and decipher what it was that was going through her head. He had grown familiar with comforting her through her nightmares or pulling her mind away from whatever memory was tormenting her, but this felt like something else even if he didn't know what it was yet.

"Syanna & Ezra"