Dead in the Water

He followed in silence, walking almost as numbly as the female before him as his eyes focused on the sun as it rose. He almost welcomed the burning of his eyes, at least it made him feel something, it told him that he wasn't completely dead. He felt a dead weight in his stomach, a warring of emotions had left his insides torn and ragged. He was loyal to Isa, though the ghost's methods were questionable at times and Vixe felt like the male would eventually lead Vixe to his death, but at the same time he felt a strong pull towards this female he barely knew. He wanted to take her, whisk her away and keep her safe. But they would never truly be safe... The safest he could keep her was here...

Occasionally he would direct her with a slight touch to a hip with his nose, leading her from behind to the alcove the pack females sometimes used to keep out of the snow. Winter was almost here and he knew what that meant for the both of them.

They would be two....

She moved to where he had directed her and she lay down solemnly, saying nothing to him and not daring to look back at him. There felt like there was a solid lump in the young male's throat, causing him to swallow more then needed and making his breath come a bit heavier. He should say something, promise to keep her safe, tell her that it would be alright but really... He could promise her nothing.

He sat a little distance off from her, close enough that if he stretched out his nose he could touch the tips of her fur but far enough away to give her her space. "Why..." He started, but it came out a croak, the first sign of emotions flickering over the large male's features. He looked lost. "Why did you do this...?" His voice was soft, needing her to explain her thinking. She had seen Isa's violence, his obsession. Why would she offer herself to a man such as that? A male was useless to them but a female? And a heir to the Valhallan throne? That was priceless...

Speech!