Isardis would not destroy Taurig so easy. The Re, instead of answering the challenge and risk bringing further injury to himself, had decided to walk away, ultimately allowing his wife to be claimed by his enemy. But it was all strategic. He wanted the pale ghost to think that he had won, but really the cobalt man had another trick up his sleeve. Isardis wanted to take everything from him, destroy him from the inside out and outside in. But he wouldn't manage it. But Taurig would give up something Isardis wanted; power. The parasite would always want power and what better way to acquire more power than to have another pack under your influence. Tortuga would not willingly come under the albino's rule, but if Taurig handed it over without further discussion, then it could possibly be the answer to all his problems. He had already relocated his family to an island, as far away from Glaciem as possible. Hopefully this would be the last thing to keep the pale creature away from his once and for all.
Ebony limbs would bring the cobalt titan to a halt at the edge of the Glaciem borders, his own home, Sibelle's shoulder brushing against his own, his ever present comfort. She had insisted on accompanying him from the battlefield and unable to deny her, he had allowed her to come. His men had been sent back; he didn't need protection. He wasn't here to fight Isardis. He was here to take back his wife and give the beast something he would always crave. Massive skull would tilt back, calling forth the ghost. Milky eyes would remain forward, tattered ears listening for the sound of his approach, waiting to hear Maija come to his side. It hadn't even been half a day and already the ache for her was unbearable.
